Impy seems to be fully recovered (he's back to counter surfing in the hopes of finding something yummy), but he's still having gas problems, and passing bad-smelling gas quite loudly. Earlier he was lying at my feet in my office (lucky me) when this happened, and he looked around at his rear with an expression of great surprise: What the heck was that sound? Was that me?
I'm a mean doggy mom, because at that point I put him outside:-).
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