. . . or gratitude, or something.<\/p>\n
Donna called me at work today, opening the conversation with “I did a dumb thing.”\u00a0 Whenever I<\/em> say that, what I really mean is that I’ve done something urecoverably disastrous.\u00a0 My heart plunged.<\/p>\n Donna’s dumb thing was to place a small bowl of Hershey’s Kisses on the coffee table and turn her back for a minute.\u00a0 By the time she turned back around, Schatzi had gobbled down half the bowl, foil and all.<\/p>\n We haven’t had a lot of experience with dogs, but everyone tells us chocolate is toxic to them.\u00a0 So before calling me, Donna scooped up Schatzi and drove her to the vet’s.\u00a0 The vet purged our dog,\u00a0administered a charcoal-based oral medication to coat her stomach and intestinal lining, then watched her for a couple of hours.\u00a0 The vet said Schatzi would be somewhat subdued tonight.\u00a0 We have to feed her a bland mixture of rice and chicken tonight and tomorrow, then return her to her regular diet.<\/p>\n As I write, Schatzi’s been home\u00a0for three hours.\u00a0 She’s anything but<\/em> subdued.\u00a0 In fact, she’s her normal self: bounding, leaping, and running around, wagging not just her tail but everything aft of her rib cage, bedeviling\u00a0the cat,\u00a0hiding toys under furniture for later retrieval.<\/p>\n She comes within inches of death, is saved only by Donna’s quick action and the vet’s powerful emetics, and all she has to say about it is Hi-glad-to-see-ya-where’s-my-dinner-ooh-there’s-my-favorite-squeaky-toy!<\/p>\n And here I am with a head cold, acting like I’m about to shuffle off this mortal coil.\u00a0 I wish I could be more like my dog.\u00a0 I wish we all could be more like my dog!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" . . . or gratitude, or something. Donna called me at work today, opening the conversation with “I did a dumb thing.”\u00a0 Whenever I say that, what I really mean is that I’ve done something urecoverably disastrous.\u00a0 My heart plunged. Donna’s dumb thing was to place a small bowl of Hershey’s Kisses on the coffee […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[40,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-299","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-critters","category-personal"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/299","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=299"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/299\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2137,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/299\/revisions\/2137"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=299"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=299"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pwoodford.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=299"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}