Years ago when I was seeing pets in a clinic, we had a little Jack Russel terrier mix who came in often.  Jack was like many terriers and enjoyed tearing things apart.  He was also an overachiever and went on to eat whatever the thing was that he’d just torn to bits.  Jack tore up his toys and ate the squeakers.  He shredded up his dog bed and ate the fluffing.  He went through the trash that his owner tried hard to keep away from him and ate everything, fresh or rotten, that he found in there.  Each time Jack’s owner would bring him by for a quick check to make sure his belly was settling down okay.  We were happy to interact with such a friendly patient and the owner appreciated the peace of mind that came from her short walk to the clinic. I appreciated the practice in palpating a belly, doing a physical exam, taking X-rays, and the overall pleasure that came with seeing an owner reassured that her beloved pet was doing well. Things got a little strange one day with Jack and his…