Poor Jake. Today he kept finding his way to the two 8 foot tables full of food. I told my husband not to feed him tonight. Well, guess what. Jake was given his normal meal on top of all the table surfing he did. After everyone left, I went to take a nap and I heard Jake crying and I mean crying. Poor guy was in terrible pain. He has since thrown up twice. I think he feels better now. At least I don't hear any more stomach churning noises.