George was poorly yesterday evening. He didn't even want his tea. He kept barking to go out and then seemed to be retching a little. His tummy looked quite large and felt firm. I asked Husband, 'Did he eat anything on his walk this afternoon?'
'Only grass and horse poo.'
Later it occurred to me that when I'd dished up his dinner, the bag of food that we keep in the pantry was wet. Our guess is that George called in there after his walk and gorged himself.
If only we could feel confident that now he would have learned.
P.S. He's been fine today.