Winston is having his teeth cleaned tomorrow. The vet has to anesthetize him for the procedure, for obvious reasons. So Winston began fasting at 6 p.m., and 35 minutes into it, he’s doing OK. I give him 17 more minutes before he starts whining. Yup, 17 minutes tops. And then he will whine until tomorrow at 9 a.m. when we drop him off at the vet’s.
Greg, who hasn’t been very busy at work lately, is working late tonight for some reason. Hmmm, what could that reason be? Maybe it’s just a coincidence that he’s working late while Winston is starving, but anyone who has spent much time with Winston knows that this is no coincidence.