Another "in poor taste" entry

Late last week poor little Tug had a loud and grumbly tummy. It sounded like he was either about to have an alien bust from inside or a serious "blow out." Unfortunately, Mama and I were rushing around to get something done before I left for work. His rumbling sounds only made it more urgent to finish so Mama could get him down the stairs and outdoors- we couldn't image his "papers" being able to handle what we expected. (He's a very good boy and uses his "papers" in the house when he hasn't gone out for a walk.)

Poor Tug was put into his living room crate while we ran around and, even when we both were out of sight in my room, he never barked- but his stomach kept grumbling. We finished and Mama lets him out, snaps on the collar and leash and heads towards the door- Tug leading her! He wanted out of there quickly!

Happy ending: it was just a lot of gas and the baby was just fine after his walk.