I forgot to mention yesterday — Zoe, our dog, managed to get into a tupperware container while nobody was looking. Said container had what was left of my Christmas magic cookie bars.
Said bars containing a fairly high amount of semi-sweet chocolate.
She ate them all.
Dumbass.
She came home last night, and generally moped, and had the….ahem….digestive troubles we were expecting.
At about 5:00 am, though, she threw up a bunch of the charcoal, and threw up again later in the morning. She’s gone back to the vet, where they’ve given her an injection to settle her stomach, and are keeping her under observation. The vet thinks that the charcoal did the majority of its job, but that she might have gotten a low-dose poisoning nonetheless. Hopefully, nothing worse develops.
Oh, poor dumb Zoe! I hope she feels better soon.
hope she is doing well, our Pooh a few years ago ate a whole bag of Hershey’s Kisses, wrappers and all. She got the tablespoon of salt trick, and sparkly leavings in the yard.
She makes up for the brains with an excess of affection.
I’ve gone through that fun twice – hope Zoe feels better soon.
My dog once ate a half a loaf of bread and I thought he was going to explode from bloating. I sympathize with you.
There’s really nothing I can say that would be more true than the above statement.
I don’t know how we were blessed with a dog that never showed the slightest interest in human food. (Actually, it’s probably because he was a super-submissive pound puppy who never did anything we didn’t coax him into doing…)
My parent’s dog does that kind of stuff frequently, but she’s always survived, much to Dad’s chagrin.
The worst part is that *you* didn’t get to eat the rest of those cookies!
That’s too bad. Hopefully the rest will pass quickly, no pun intended.
Hope the puppy’s doin’ better.