I woke at 4 a.m. to the crate-rattling sounds of Alvin frantically scratching, then licking and chewing. A good look at him in the light revealed that he was covered in raised pink bumps – on his snout, his legs, his belly . . . on his entire undercarriage actually. “What the heck happened to you?” I asked and then gasped as I spotted a silver dollar sized oozing hot spot on his back between his shoulder blades.
The only thing that’s changed in Alvin’s environment during the past couple of days was a gradual – very gradual – change in his food for the past two days (1/4 cup of a 2 cup allotment three times a day). Wow. Who woulda thought he’d have such a violent reaction. Poor Alvin! We’ll figure this out and get you back on track sweet boy . . .