Good thoughts for Wiley, please!

( Discussion of dog butt underneath cut; probably not appropriate for breakfast reading. )

Short version: Wiley is at the vet, vet just called and we have hope that it's not as bad as we first thought; we'll know more in a little while.

On mood-altering meds

( Mostly pointless navel-gazing. )

Doing better!

Good dog! He got an enema and some special colon-scrubbing dog food and a couple of x-rays, and he should be home tonight... apparently the victim of a big case of corn-cobstipation, but hopefully with no long-term ill effects.

Yay, Wiley!