Oh, he's definitely telling me he's eaten something stupid, and now it wants to leave his body. Better than my mom's dog who'd eat tinsel or crayons or q-tips, or whatever else he'd break into the trash for. It would be business as usual, until you took him out for a walk, then you'd have to turn into Columbo trying to puzzle out why you were scooping up "Glitter turd", or "Purple-Yellow-Blue Rainbow turd", or...