Y. overdid it last evening, ransacked his food stash until he was sickly engorged. We aren’t able to give a good estimate of just how much he ate, but it was considerably more than the usual helping.
Another dog, Tony, is my gauge for crises like this one. T. was the dog whose company I enjoyed when I was in high school and college. I’d seen him eat overmuch a few times before. With my fading memory of T.’s full-rounded stomach as my guide, I guessed that Y. would be okay. Y.’s about the same size, anyway, and even though he’s not as seasoned at gluttony as T. was, I’m fairly sure he’ll survive this event.