Shih Tzu?

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!