So Finn had a trip to the vet yesterday

and you'll all be happy to hear that today he smelled some bacon and got up and walked over to eat it.

This is normal behavior from him, and it was the lack of this sort of thing which prompted our late night vet trip. We spent several hours at the vet's office, making fun (via text) of the other guy in the waiting room, who was on the phone giving some truly awful not pep talk to a younger friend.