Sleepless in Calgary

Last night was fairly sleepless.
Not because my father is getting worse. He seems to be much better. His spirits are up, although they went down a bit when he found I was returning back to Edmonton. But I have a job I really should be doing.
No, last night was sleepless because the dog got its comeuppance. It took several days, but I think the frozen roast has had its revenge. At around midnight, the dog started acting strange. He would not settle down. He wandered all through the house, with loud clicking sounds from his nails on the hardwood floors. He would find someone in bed, growl them awake, and demand attention like he wanted something. With me he was generally happy with ear scratching, but that didn’t let me sleep. With my sister, he got up onto her bed and paced on that.
Was he hungry from his new diet? Well, he ate food but wouldn’t settle down. Were his muscles aching from the run I subjected him to? He ate the baby aspirins, but continued his pacing.
After taking him for a walk today we figured he was constipated. Although why that makes him antsy, we don’t know.