Thought we were close to out of the woods last night, but awoke this morning to another round of sick puppy remnants.
I’m convinced that it has to be something Darby’s eating. Perhaps we got a bad batch of one of his dining choices. He has no fever, no other indications of illness, beyond the whole ebola-issue, and when he’s digestive tract isn’t in turmoil he seems fine, albeit a little less sparky.
We thought the culprit might be the chicken breast strip treats he was getting, as it appears the manufacturer changed their formula, but even after removing them from his diet, no luck. He’s on the baby food and rice treatment in hopes of getting his system reset. We’re inches away from tossing everything and starting over with new food, which blows in the budget department, but if that’s what it takes to get the little guy back on track, so be it.