He’d been fine at teatime. Now it’s half nine and he’s pacing, won’t settle, keeps trying to be sick and bringing nothing up. His belly looks bigger than it did. He’s drooling. If you take one thing from anything ever written about dog health, make it this: that combination is gastric dilatation-volvulus, it kills dogs within hours, and the only correct response is to be in a car on the way to a vet while somebody rings ahead. Not in the morning. Not after seeing whether it settles. Now. What’s…
