Definitely not the Roarin' 20s (aka Poor Max!)

The poor, poor dog! My daughter, considering herself the mother and head of family for Max, decided it was time to feed him last night. Food is not bad in and of itself. But too much is not so good. Too many Milkbones is certainly not good! And three-quarters of a box is most definitely BAD, BAD, BAD! The poor dog! His stomach was as wide as the whole length of his body! He could barely walk! His ribs were sticking out so far it looked like he swallowed a hanger! The results of this episode leave a lot to be desired...as a friend of mine would say, he didn't just have the #@!&@, he had the ROARIN' #@!&@. Well, it's definitely not the roarin' 20s, that's for sure! Within three minutes he'd gone three times...though I will say after that he was finally able to move again. The pictures I am posting are AFTER the initial three expultions! By this morning his stomach was only swollen slightly. I'm just thankful he's still alive! Good intentions...what else can I say?