Last night Reed decided that he needed a chocolate snack. He couldn't eat a bowl of M&M's because they have caffeine and he is trying to lower his caffeine intake. . . So, he decided to make a cake. He did it all by himself and it came out great. . .at about 9:00pm. He was all ready to make frosting when I suggested that he just spinkle some chocolate chips on top.
After we all gorged on a couple of pieces of chocolatey goodness, warm from the oven, I asked him to make sure that he put all the ingredients away. I glanced around and thought he had. . . a thought that haunts me now.
I had to take Parker to the doctor this morning. After x rays it was determined that he has a separated shoulder from the wrestling meet on Friday. He's out of commission for a few weeks- in a sling which is designed to produce sympathy from Mom and possibly girls at school.
I dropped him back at school, ran to WalMart to buy him pants for tonight's choir concert, and headed to the JH to pick up Reed. When we got home I realized that the dogs had gotten into the trash. . .again. Totally my fault. I know they can open the cabinet and I usually put the bin on the counter before I leave. Then Reed found it in the living room. The bag of chocolate chips. Or should I say, the empty bag that once held the chocolate chips? Not some namby pamby 12 oz bag. . . not for our family! The massive bag from Costco. It had been 1/3 to 1/2 full. Now it was empty.
I have two dogs that are twins. Lewis is slightly larger than Clark, but they are both over 50 lbs and Lew is probably pushing 60lbs. He's a real Collins. Anyway, how do you know which dog ate the chips? I smelled their breath. Oh, yes I did. I could smell the chocolate on Lew, but I wasn't sure about Clark. Reed thought we should make them throw up. He has never actually seen this happen so he didn't really know what he was getting into. A tablespoon of salt down the throat usually makes a dog regurgitate whatever is in his stomach. It worked for Lewis. And there was chocolate. Quite a bit of it. I was starting to think that maybe Clark hadn't gotten into it, but I felt like I should make him throw up. Salt again? No. This time I went to the big gun- hydrogen peroxide. That produced an effect in about 5 seconds. Quicker than we could get him outside! It was wildly effective and he had eaten a LOT of chocolate. . .
Then comes the panic. Do I take them to the vet? What if they puke in the car? How much is that going to cost? Can I get charcoal slurry at Petsmart? (No- I checked) So I did what anyone in my situation would do. I called my husband. He thought they would be fine. I agreed and we hung up. About two minutes later I was fretting when I got the text asking if they ate all the chips from the bag on the counter. Yes. Maybe you had better call the vet. Ok, I think so, too.
After I checked my bank account I called the vet. She was concerned about the amount of chocolate until she heard that they were Irish Water Spaniels. (As in biggish.) She was glad that I had induced vomiting and she thought they would be fine. I should expect diahreah and hyper activity.
So, all in all just a regular day.