More like Puke Tzu.
Ok that was a terrible joke. True, though. That's Jazz, who I looked after for the weekend. Sweet innocent Jazzy who never causes any trouble.
Well, I guess Jazz decided that he was tired of being the good dog. Sometime while I was at work on Saturday he climbed onto the kitchen table and ate about 4 bars or 9 ounces of milk chocolate. I got home and he looked a bit funny but I thought nothing of it...until he vomited a giant brown puddle onto my carpet. That's when I noticed the small brown shavings on the carpet and saw that my chocolate stash was gone. I found the wrapper in the couch. I panicked (Jazz is tiny!!) and looked up the toxic dose online and found out that he'd eaten under the toxic dose. I had no idea when he'd eaten the chocolate so I thought that inducing vomiting was probably pointless. He thought otherwise and proceeded to vomit on the dogs beds and then all over the balcony when I put him out there. There's nothing like cleaning puddles and puddles of chocolate vomit to make me perfectly fine with the fact that my chocolate stash is gone.
After all the vomiting he seemed to be feeling fine. You'd think I would have learned to keep the tables and counter clear, right? Nope. I took everything off the table but didn't think to clear the counter (again, Jazz is tiny!! but apparently quite agile). I went out for an hour yesterday afternoon and came back to a broken ceramic dish knocked off the counter and a very fat and ill looking Jazz. He'd eaten his entire bag full of liver treats as well as Abby and Ryan's large bag of cookies and treats. All of that somehow didn't make him vomit and he seems to feel fine today. Needless to say I *finally* learned my lesson and cleared all food from all surfaces.
I bet Emma is going to be surprised to hear about Jazzy's antics when she gets back tonight!
2 comments:
Ah counter surfing. I have the king of counter surfing - Tyler - who once ate a 10 pound pumpkin, a liter of salmon oil and a few kg of dog cookies. He has also wrecked countless pieces of tuperware, has broken countless dishes and has probably done a lot more damage that I can't remember right now!! I have just learned to put everything edible away. You are lucky that you have two good dogs! :)
Erika
The sad part is...he's STILL my good child in comparison. Cooper is "no longer welcome" at his sitter's house unless accompanied by me :-(
Other than being a little plumper than when I left him Jazz seems none the worse for wear! I will no longer assume Cooper is the culprit when I come home to a mess.
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