Good evening, Everybun!
I sayz, "Start scribing early, like now."
The biped goes, "Why?"
I sayz, "I don't know, just start."
So he started. Maybe because something is off today. Charlie does not seem to be herself. He appetite is OK, but something is off. She's been hiding way more than usual this morning. Exactly - that's all we can see.
My hoomin has a theory that when Charlie does not feel her greatest, she knows the hoomin will try "help," and that's more stress. So she bolts when she sees him.
Thank Bun, we have an appointment with Dr. Zellner tomorrow. For now we take it one moment at a time. We'll try to have another art night this evening.
Good night and good luck!
- Gus
P.S.: We have found some soft, runny poops. Charlie ate a good 25 ml of recovery food with appetite restore and Bene-Bac. She also got some gas drops and a good belleh massage.
She kinda ate the Sarx mix with gusto, which is encouraging. Now the biped is beating his head against the terrazzo floor for over-vegging us. Then buntie Susan reminds him he's trying to keep Charlie eating as much as she can. Welp, we went over the line this time. Bun wants to scream at that razor's edge we're hopping.
