So, today we decide to take a trip to Blists Hill Victorian Town. Dogs are welcome so we pop Bob, our 13 year old Westie in the car and head off. He's asleep at my feet but I notice he's shivering a little and commented to DH that he didn't seem right. Halfway down the M6 Bob cries, sits up and has a bout of diarrhoea all over the car. Fortunately we are A) near and exit and B) he's got the majority on the rubber mat.
We clean up Bob and the car and return Bob home where he goes to bed, lively enough but obviously a little under the weather. I've spent the afternoon racking my brains as to why he was ill. He's fed on Arden Grange, has been for years, nothing has changed. He has rare treats but nothing he's not had before etc when DH says those immortal words:
"Well, I may have given him a little chicken tikka off the pizza last night"

I've spent an hour tonight mopping my kitchen floor from his last bout. There was a spot of fresh red blood in there too so depending how he is in the morning it might be a vets trip. He's drinking and he's lively so I'm not massively worried but really, chicken bloody tikka!?
AAAGGGHHHH