Come And Listen To My Story....

This is the story of 3 dogs who are usually very nice, but one morning they crossed over to the dark side and were naughty, naughty dogs....

Once upon a time there were 3 bichons who lived on a farm. Gabby, Molly, and little Tucker. All 3 know they are not allowed in closets or cupboards and usually they are good furbabies and listen to that rule. But this story is about a morning when they chose to ignore that rule.....

Our story starts around 7:00 on this Sunday morning. A morning that started out normal enough. Their mom enjoyed a nice, long, hot shower, dried off and got dressed and blow-dryed her hair to get ready to go to church. She then went into her bedroom to get her shoes out of her closet and this is when the morning took a drastic turn. There laid Tucker in the closet eating chocolate. No, this wasn't some hidden stash of moms. She hides her stash much better than that. Their mom had bought some halloween chocolates to put together "goodie boxes" for her human babies. Mom thought she had them high enough up on a shelf. Mom thought wrong.

Tucker was eating the mini Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, and not only was his mom not happy that he had gotten into them, but of all things he could have gotten into, that was the worst choice. Those are his moms favorites and she had been praying all week that there would be an uneven number when putting them in the goodie boxes, which would mean she'd have a couple left over for her to eat. Yea, we know, not a nice thing for her to be praying for, but God knows all her weaknesses, and he knows PB cups are right up there at the top. Anywhoooo... as you can see by the picture, they were almost all gone. Dad did some investigating and found that out of a big bag (18.25 oz), there were only 5 mini reeses left. Mom checked out the other dogs and Gabby & Molly had chocolate breath too. And while that's sweeter than their normal breath, that's not a good thing. Gabby even had part of a wrapper stuck in her fur by her mouth. Ringo appeared to be the only one who didn't get into the chocolates. For today, Ringo is Mommy & Daddy's favorite.

It's a known fact that chocolate is toxic on dogs, so Mom called the vet who told her to bring them right in. Dad grumbled about the cost for an ER visit for 3 dogs, until Mom reminded Dad that he would be the one to explain to their children why he let them just sit and get more and more sick. Mom is good at reminding Dad about things like that. Since Chelsea works at the vet office on weekends, she came along, and the vet was glad to have her there to help. The vet said they needed to have the dogs vomit a lot, so he gave them fluids by IV first. That would keep them from getting dehydrated while they got sick. Chelsea held the dogs still while the IV was like an open faucet going under their skin. They were not amused by this at all. Mom doesn't like watching needles going in or out, or even while they are in, so she stayed a safe distance away and kept talking to the dogs about good choices vs bad choices and the consequences you have to deal with, which kept the vet very entertained. Gabby went first and of course, she let out a little yelp as the needle went in, because she is after all a Diva. That sent an "abandon ship" message to the other two and they were determined to get out of that office if at all possible. Tucker scratched on the door like a madman, while both he and Molly whined. Every once in a while Molly would let out a little Yip that we're pretty sure was doggie language for "Somebody help! Crazed Vet with needle is holding us hostage!"

Once the fluids were in, the vet gave them more bad news. Now it was time for them to drink the medicine that would make them vomit. As soon as he'd give it to one, he would run them back to a cage so they wouldn't get sick all over everyone (Mom said thanks Doc!). One by one they fought taking the medicine, and one by one they went back to a cage. They had to stay there for a few hours to make sure they were doing ok.

After about an hour the vet called Mom and said all 3 had gotten sick and had lots of chocolate and shiny foil wrappers that came back up, and with as much as there was, it was good thing Mom brought them in or they would have had serious complications by later today.

Mom and Chelsea were able to go pick the 3 furbabies up and they were very relieved to be home. They each found a comfy spot where they napped and recovered from their ordeal.

This story teller wishes she could say "And they all lived happily ever after" and the story would end there. But, we're sure there will be more times when they won't listen, and more trips to the vet. Mom gave them each a hug when they got home and told them it's a good thing she has a lot of mama love for them. Then mama noticed their sweet chocolate breath had been replaced by "something appears to have crawled in your mouth and died" breath, so she put the dogs back down and walked away.

This event made mom think back to when she was a child and didn't obey. If her parents had threatened to give her something to make her vomit when she did something wrong, she would have probably been the most perfect child ever! Mom is glad her parents never thought of that.