So I suspected something was wrong when Jonesy - our dog walker - called me at work yesterday to tell me Larrabee had thrown up and it looked like there was part of a little stuffed animal in there. Sure enough. He was sick as a dog (heh) all night so I took him to the vet as soon as Lucy arrived this morning. The surgeon said they pulled what looked like a tiny cow's head from his gut. He'll be home tomorrow. That's his third operation for anyone who's keeping track.