Last Night...

I got home from one of our performances last night. Gibson was still awake. I picked him up and smelled something quite pungent on his breath. I asked Bob when they'd been eating. He said, raisins, blueberries... "What else?" I said. "Oh, I gave him some garlic. He didn't like it very much." What? Bob thought garlic was good for him, so he just gave him a straight clove of garlic. Poor Gibson... Bob did say he realized by Gibson's reaction it wasn't good, so he tasted some and it WAS really spicy.. so they drank some water... but I'm still smelling his breath this morning. Yikes.