Just spoke to the veterinary technician at the animal hospital where Iggy is being treated for his heartworms. Talking about his appetite, she said, “It’s fine. We gave him a bowl of food just now, and he ate the bowl.”
Oh, good, he ate all of it.
“No. I mean, yeah.”
What?
“He ate all of it, but then he ate the bowl.”
I kid you not.
The Iggy Dialogues 
A-yup, he’ll be fine. Just fine. 🙂
It gets better — he’ll need 30 days of strict confinement. That’s gonna be awesome.
How in the hell do you do that with other critters in the house? Put him up in the Presidential Suite?
A downstairs finished “bonus area,” a futon with memory foam on top of the mattress, and a very wide gate at the top of the stairs to keep the cats on a completely different floor of the house. Move Iggy’s crate to the bonus area, create a playlist of three volumes of “Music Through A Dog’s Ear,” put it on repeat, pipe it through a bluetooth speaker, and hope it won’t all drive Iggy or me mad.
Ah Iggy – it was his way of sending word to you that a) he’s going to be ok and b) he wants to come home because the food in the hotel stinks. Sending you both lots of love..
Thanks so much! 🙂
you ate the bowl?…was it tasty too? send you a big hug and I hope all goes well the next 30 days :o)
It was paper, fortunately. Sweet, tasty paper. 🙂