Animals……grrrrr.

Actually, this time it’s partly my fault. Last night I made this very yummy pork chop casserole. We were munching away and poor Artie was watching us with his big brown puppy dog eyes with rivers of drool slowing puddling around his feet. Ok, the drool part wasn’t so cute but his little puppy face was heartbreaking so Kevin and I gave him our pork chop bones.

I don’t know what we were thinking. Maybe that, like a normal dog, he’s just chew on it for a while and then leave it on the sofa. But no, not our wonder pooch. He actually ate the whole thing.

Now here’s a good lesson for you. Dogs can eat raw bones just fine. (I guess their soft enough to digest or something.) However, they cannot – repeat CANNOT – digest cook bones. Of course, neither Kevin nor I realized this until early this morning when the bones reemerged in a pile of bile. Kevin took puke round #1 and then had to leave for work. I’ve covered round #2 and #3 and am hoping that’s the end of it. Poor puppy looks just miserable.

And so, I am wide awake at 9am with a bottle of 409 and a roll of paper towels following around my sick dog.

Grrrrrrr.