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Willy WonkaWith an abundance of critters on the farm the feeding schedule is pretty much a daily routine. At the time we had 9 dogs of assorted shapes and sizes, 2 were more outdoor animals and the "group of 7" enjoyed the comforts of the house. All slept indoors each evening having their own specific sleeping areas. The "group of 7" were fed in 2 time slots. The 4 larger ones feasted each evening at around 6 pm and the 3 smaller ones were fed along with the remaining 2 at bedtime. Dinner time was an exciting event. Like their owners our dogs love their food. Round #1 was completed and I noticed Stormy was not that interested in dinner tonight. The other 3 were chomping down and Tequilla was doing his typical "inhaling" of his food rather that chewing it. Hence the nickname Hoover.
Hershey Girl had finished her dinner and was under the diningroom table nibbling on something. Better check this out. A sickening feeling came over me as I realized a once full bag (3 to 4lbs of chocolate chips used in my baking for the Farmers Market) now contained less then a dozen pieces. I HAVE KILLED THE DOG, first thought that entered my mind. I was at a loss, what do I do? I knew dogs and chocolates were a dangerous combination but have never been exposed to a situation like this before.
Stormy ended that thought process with her regurgitation of kibbles and bits smothered in a semi sweet chocolate sauce. That seemed to get the ball rolling and the other 3 dogs joined in the festivities. Very thoughtfull of them. I ran to the kitchen for the paper towels and was actually relieved that this feeding frenzy had been shared by 4 rather than 1. Less likelihood of death occurring.
Upon my return to the scene of the crime I was dumbfounded to see not only the original 4 going back for seconds but the smaller 3 had ventured out from the mudroom and were consumed in devouring this warm buffet. Yelling, screaming I attempted to chase them away and clean up the mess but I was overpowered as the second feeding had decided to revamp itself for a third course. At one point there were 7 dogs puking and at the same time trying to go back for seconds, thirds, fourths and so on and so on.
I laugh about it now but at the time I was beside myself. I eventually did regain control and was able to slowly limit the menu and in time the barfings reduced in size and thankfully stopped. Physically and emotionally draining I collasped on the couch. My ordeal was over and I was confident that no loss of life would haunt me for eternity.
My groceries had been left on the diningroom table and 1 of the chairs was not pushed in so this gave Oliver access to all the goodies there. Of course he would have to pick the most dangerous thing I dog could consume but I commend him for sharing it rather than hogging it all and giving this story a happy ending. 回應 (5)
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