Money well Spent

Zachary has been sick for a few days. We're not sure if it's related to the ham bone, since he seemed ok immediately afterwards, but he gets sick if his eggs aren't cooked right, so it's a possibility.
Since Mrs Schwartz is a smothering mother, I get phone calls at work.

Mrs Schwartz: Zachary's sick again.
Exador: Leave him in the back yard. He'll work it out.
Mrs Schwartz: I think I should take him to the vet.
Exador: You want to spend thirty bucks to have the vet tell you that he has diarrhea?
Mrs Schwartz: What if it's something more serious? I'm taking him in.

So she took him to the vet. Shortly after they get there, they are herded into one of the examination rooms to wait.

PTHPTHBPTHBTHT!

Zachary squats down and lets loose all over the floor. She said he was looking up at her the whole time with a look of "Help Me Mommy".

She had to leave the exam room from the smell. She closed the door and asked for help. Two of the vet assistants came with a mop and Pine Sol, and spray. One of them told her that she had never smelled anything so bad. Mrs Schwartz had to stand out in the hall in shame until they were done.

The vet told her that it wasn't anything more serious than Lil Lord Fauntleroy's usual digestive problems. He did give him some Xanax, to help him stay calm and sleep through the night.