Chocolate for my dog's soul
Before I left Reno last week, I stopped to pick up a gift for my sister and brother-in-law. Since Greg was in Tampa and I was in Reno, or sweet puppy was going to need to have a place to stay. So, for the second time in a month, my sister and brother-in-law were watching Cassie, again.
I picked up a t-shirt, magnet and chocolate bars as a thank you, and safely got them home. I returned late last Wednesday night and left the bag containing the gifts in a chair at the kitchen table. Cassie did not touch it on Thursday and she did not touch it on Friday. No, this dog was taking her sweet time. I honestly think she had enough of Greg and I coming and going and decided to set us straight. We went out to have a meal Friday night and when we returned Cassie had taken the bag with Holly and Mike's gifts off of the chair and tore it apart. The t-shirts were laying on the floor, the magnet still in the bag, and there were three chocolate wrappers unfolded and laying on the floor. It was hard to really be mad at her because we were both so shocked at how she got the chocolate. Judging by how she attacks other things that she gets her paws on, I would have imagined that she would have torn those wrappers apart. Somehow, she managed to get the wrapper off of the chocolate bar and devour it. There were no traces of chocolate in the house. Her crack addict behavior was all be needed to know to confirm what she had been up to. Cassie was jumping higher then I have ever seen her jump and shaking her tail feather as if her life depended on it.
We put her outside with the hope that she would take care of any business before we went to bed. When she came back in the house she drank a bowl of water in two seconds flat and begged for more. When we went to bed, we lined the floor around her bed with towels and plastic. There was no way I was going to let her throw up chocolate on our hardwoods or the rug that I love so much. But, alas in true Cassie style, she threw up in her bed and on her blanket.
The next morning she was still acting crazy and drinking as if she just spent a week in the desert. And, Greg and I learned that we can not leave anything out that Cassie might even consider getting into. I hope she enjoyed that chocolate because it is the last time she is going to taste it.
Before I left Reno last week, I stopped to pick up a gift for my sister and brother-in-law. Since Greg was in Tampa and I was in Reno, or sweet puppy was going to need to have a place to stay. So, for the second time in a month, my sister and brother-in-law were watching Cassie, again.
I picked up a t-shirt, magnet and chocolate bars as a thank you, and safely got them home. I returned late last Wednesday night and left the bag containing the gifts in a chair at the kitchen table. Cassie did not touch it on Thursday and she did not touch it on Friday. No, this dog was taking her sweet time. I honestly think she had enough of Greg and I coming and going and decided to set us straight. We went out to have a meal Friday night and when we returned Cassie had taken the bag with Holly and Mike's gifts off of the chair and tore it apart. The t-shirts were laying on the floor, the magnet still in the bag, and there were three chocolate wrappers unfolded and laying on the floor. It was hard to really be mad at her because we were both so shocked at how she got the chocolate. Judging by how she attacks other things that she gets her paws on, I would have imagined that she would have torn those wrappers apart. Somehow, she managed to get the wrapper off of the chocolate bar and devour it. There were no traces of chocolate in the house. Her crack addict behavior was all be needed to know to confirm what she had been up to. Cassie was jumping higher then I have ever seen her jump and shaking her tail feather as if her life depended on it.
We put her outside with the hope that she would take care of any business before we went to bed. When she came back in the house she drank a bowl of water in two seconds flat and begged for more. When we went to bed, we lined the floor around her bed with towels and plastic. There was no way I was going to let her throw up chocolate on our hardwoods or the rug that I love so much. But, alas in true Cassie style, she threw up in her bed and on her blanket.
The next morning she was still acting crazy and drinking as if she just spent a week in the desert. And, Greg and I learned that we can not leave anything out that Cassie might even consider getting into. I hope she enjoyed that chocolate because it is the last time she is going to taste it.
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