Here in dispatch we got all sorts of goodies this year in honor of Public Safety Telecommunications Week, much of it in the form of food from various appreciative members of the public. I especially liked one of the first ones, a paper bag full of all sorts of neat snacks, many of them of my favorite type–chocolate. But I wasn’t able to partake right away, because right after I got home we had to leave again, to see my mother in the hospital. So, I left it on the kitchen counter until we returned.
The dog ate it.
|He left most of the list, so I could see what I was missing.|
Most of the chocolate was gone. Dogs love chocolate for the same reason humans do: It’s bad for you. But, I’m happy to report, Beowulf made it through the crisis with a smile on his snout and an ache in his stomach. Okay, I’m not so very happy.
|It’s hard to tell how much of the bag he swallowed, but he didn’t get to the microwave popcorn, and apparently the can cooler was too chewy. The green stuff at the bottom left is from one of those Scentsy wax smelly things–but that’s another blog.|
He also didn’t get the gum, which is maybe for the best. Imagine that moment of panic the first time he passed gas after a whole pack of gum moved through his system.
In any case, although I remain less than happy with him, at least Beowulf didn’t make himself sick going places he wasn’t supposed to go. And me, I’ve learned my lesson: First, never take your work home. Second, whenever you get chocolate–eat it. Right now.