The One Where Muggsy Is Sick

Yesterday, Muggsy attacked Chubbs. It was my fault. Ross was in the kitchen preparing their food, which is an action-packed time, and they probably shouldn't be in the room together. Plus, I was in there, a major point of contention for them. But it was the first time in a really long time. We could check the blog archives to figure out when, but it's been a few months.

All the rest of the night, Muggsy was extra barky and would growl at Chubbs every time he got too close. This hasn't happened in months and months. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I kept wracking my brain all night, trying to figure it out.

This morning, I did. Muggsy vomited massive amounts of vomit, all over the shoes that I was going to where to work. The poor guy wasn't feeling good. Everything is fine now.