I love my dog, I really and truly do. She's wonderful to hang out with, she's funny, she's always excited to see me and is always ready to go and play.
But she does, on occasion, demonstrate some very bad decision making skills. Like this morning when she found a new toy that just happened to be full of rooting hormone. Rooting hormone isn't really all that healthy for dogs to ingest. I don't know how much she got into her system but it was enough to make her dookie look like a chocolate milk shake and then she puked all over the new rug in the office (oh yeah, I was thrilled by that).
She doesn't feel all that bad though, she wags her tail, she follows me around the house when I walk, she went nuts on the vacuum cleaner when P got it out to clean up for our new couch that's being delivered any moment now.
The problem is that you can't really reprimand her for chewing up the container and eating the powder. Unless she's caught in the act of doing it, she would never be able to put the reprimand together with the destruction of the rooting hormone. She would just think I'm punishing her for no reason at all and that would just make her trust me less.
So, we've got a kid who's got a chest full of mucus so he can't breathe well when he gets laid down to nap (look at it this way, he's been up since 7 this morning without a nap, he was down for about 20 minutes at one point but woke up crying because he was having trouble breathing) and a pup that I've gotta keep an eye to make sure that she isn't really sick and needs to go to see the vet.
Oh yeah, and I feel like shit too. Oh boy!
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