If you recall, this past Friday, MFH (My Favorite Husband) and I grilled T-bone steaks.  They were delicious!  Paxton, my pudgy pooch, got the bone.  Paxton thought he had died and gone to puppy heaven.

Paxton worked and worked on that steak bone all Friday evening and a good part of Saturday.  He was not easily parted from that bone.

I noticed yesterday afternoon, he was not as enthusiastic about his dish of Dog Chow waiting for him in the kitchen.

Now, normally, Paxton will procrastinate eating his dog food until he is so hungry that he cannot stand it any longer and then he will inhale the dish~practically in one huge gulp.  Not yesterday.

Paxton would go to the dish and push it around with his nose.  He would sniff at it a little bit.  He didn’t eat any, though.

I knew the problem.  It was too much tasty steak bone!

See, for all of his Paxton~ish~ness, Paxton really has a delicate digestion.  We are pretty careful about what he eats because it will mess him up something fierce.  That steak bone was the culprit.

Last night, MFH went to a football game.  I tried to stay up until he got home.  #fail  MFH didn’t get home until after 11:00 PM.  We usually go to bed between 9:00 and 9:30PM.  We are such party people.  HA!

Because both of us were up so late, we didn’t hear poor Paxton and his distress by the back door.

That. Poor. Dog.

MFH woke up before I did.  He found it.  That sweet man cleaned it up for me even though Paxton is my dog.

Paxton was mortified!  That poor puppy!!!  I would have given him lots of hugs and pets and all to make him feel better.  I didn’t ask MFH if he did that.  I’m guessing not.  That’s not his “thing.”

Paxton is feeling better this evening.  He had it pretty rough, though.  It’ll be a long, long time before he gets another steak bone.

Poor Paxton.