When Jack’s parents came home, the bag and a few pieces of the bed were completely missing. Reluctantly, we proceeded with x-rays. I felt cautiously optimistic that “surely he wouldn’t eat a plastic bag, especially one big enough to cover a Jack-sized bed” One surgery and a literal pile of garbage later- Jack still never told me why he did it! Happy Birthday, Jack, from your parents and me.
It was his birthday… and he ate a trash bag. Not one with trash in it – no, it was covering his fabric bed. The other furry household member (cat) expresses his unpredictable disdain for Jack by peeing on his bed.