So the past couple weeks have not been winners. We had the stomach thing, then we've had orders flooding in, phone issues, internet problems and generally have just been slammed by life. Hard.
Just to give you a small illustration (and if I'm being completely honest, a moment to whine) I'll tell you about Wednesday afternoon. It all started with me giving Ellie a piece of chocolate cake. It was a flourless chocolate cake made with deliciously rich dark chocolate. Cause that's the type of mom I am. Here sweetie, gorge on cake because I feel bad eating it alone. She went to get a drink and I hear Jonah yell, "Elwie, Elwie, Winnie got your cake! Oh no, she eating cake! No Winnie, no!"
This then developed into a comical pursuit of the pint-size dog around the house to see if she had indeed eaten the cake. She had. I called the vet. The vet tells me dark chocolate is very bad for dogs and I must induce vomiting immediately using a concoction of water and hydrogen peroxide. Of course I don't have any hydrogen peroxide in the house. I figure that when kids scrape their knee it's survival of the fittest time. Honestly, I have no idea why I don't have this basic solution on hand. Isn't it a prerequisite to have hydrogen peroxide on hand? I mean who on earth doesn't have a big brown bottle of the smelly stuff that doubles as a hair lightener (read: turns it a shade of orange not found in nature).
Where was I? Ah yes, so I call my friend who lives a street over. She of course has hydrogen peroxide. She is a normal person who is prepared. So I take the dog and kids over to her house, she mixes up the solution and then lets my dog vomit all over her yard. Now that is a true friend. Personally, I believe dog vomit solidifies any relationship. Not sure where you stand with your friend? Take the dog vomit litmus test. If your BFF since elementary school turns her nose up at the thought, you'll know she was never in it for the long haul.
I am hoping that things settle down soon. Because quite honestly, I need a nap.
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4 comments:
O. M. G. I can't believe the vet told you to make your dog barf! That's SO crazy! We once had a dog who daintily picked every piece of candy out of a valentine's heart - and she lived to be 14! You didn't say if you saw the cake in the dog puke, which would cause me to never eat cake again! Oh - no hydrogen peroxide at our house. But I figure, if they can withstand all the beatings, what's a little scrape? ;)
I know the last weeks at your house have been anything but funny but I couldn't help a little chuckle when reading your description of the chocolate cake incident. If it makes you feel any better we don't have any hydrogen peroxide at our house either;)
Cheryl—I won't tell you about the doggie puke. But I did clean it up out of my friends yard (there is only so much a friendship can withstand after all).
Jennifer-It was actually pretty funny! But considering what we spent on that dang dog, I shouldn't have to deal with things like this. I mean she should be folding laundry, minding the children, or at least washing the windows for what she's worth. She's turning out to be just a companion who wants to be loved with the occasional child's toy to chew/destroy thrown in. Sheesh.
Wow! No hydrogen peroxide here, either. You have a WONDERFUL neighbor!!!
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