He was as a super star at the vet. He always is but there's been a big change around of staff, all new in the last year so they haven't experienced his full on charm offensive. "You should be so proud of him, he was an absolute treat!" said the vet when they brought him back from having his blood taken. Hubby said "Are they sure they had the right dog!"
(At mantrailing he has the reputaion of being anti social and aloof, which is true as he dosen't say hello to anyone and goes back to sit in the car during our tea break when all the other dogs are being cute and engaging - I digress)
Bloods were taken for pancreatitus and other more sinister indication. If nothing definitive shows up then its a scan. I asked if he's need aneasthetic for that and she said no, usually just a mild sedation but as he was so chilled lying on his tummy with his feet in the air she said they probably wouldn't need to.
Dinner has stayed down so far this evening!
Lots of gentle pats to poor Homer, I hope you get to the bottom of it soon.
