You'll be pleased to know that poor old belly-achey Haggis is now all better. Having produced a goodly range of gurgles and squelches all night, he woke up looking a bit perkier, and straight way scrounged the cat's left overs. He was then given his share of the left-over venison (Meg and I had ours last night, and we got the chop-bones because H wasn't looking!), which he also ate.
Now we're all back on en even keel. All three of us have had normal breakfasts and a normal supper.
Deefer
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