On Thursday I went to Guillory's and picked up some steaks. Guillory gets select beef and sells it at extremely attractive prices. When I was there, the help was taking a fresh batch of pork cracklings out of the oil, so I got a sack of those too, as an hors d'oeurve. While drinking cocktails with Milady as the grill heated, I broke out the cracklings and of course, the dog had to insert himself, begging pathetically for a morsel.
Pork does terrible things to his digestive tract, most notably resulting in what veterinarians call scouring. All day Friday he was one sick puppy. Almost a caricature of a sick puppy. Yesterday, all he wanted to do was to lay on concrete and watch traffic.
Poor old dog. In another day or so he'll be fine and begging for treats once again.