Candy Red Tongue
I will go ahead and admit that most of the time my life is quite boring. Luckily for me I have three males in my life that are continually making it more interesting. My thanks to D, Bazzy and Bowser (who I am convinced is actually part shar pei, part Satan).
The other day D and I decided to make a day of being productive. This is something that is quite difficult to do when one lives in Alaska with the daylight hours dwindling. So we crawled out of bed while it was still dark in the morning (roughly nine o'clock or so), made ourselves human and headed out on the town. I would say we were gone from about 10 to 3 or so. Some friends of ours just had a beautiful baby girl so we took it upon ourselves to invade their sleep deprived, new parent home and make them feed us (like the good friends that we are). After spending an hour or so at home baking cookies to take over, we headed out again... much to Bowser's dismay apparently. We didn't really think anything of it since he's usually pretty good when we leave him home. Well he's usually pretty good as long as there isn't a ceramic candle holder for him to munch on sitting on the coffee table or a camera on the chest by the stairs for him to crack the screen on or a loaf of bread on the edge of the counter for him to make his dinner.. that kind of thing.
The thing about this particular night is that he has recently started watching TV with us (he's a fan of medical shows). The only thing I can think is that he has figured out from the evil box with moving people inside it that Halloween is near. He has also picked up that Halloween means trick or treating and eating massive amount of candy. Let me paint you the picture of our dining area. Cute little table, nice sweet fall colored cloth table cloth, BIG FAT bowl of Halloween candy, three ceramic Halloween candle holders. Who sees the problem here? That's right folks. While he may not quite be tall enough to reach that bowl on his own, he is smart enough to figure out that if you give that table cloth a few tugs, all the phat loot in the world will come tumbling down with it!
We came home to find a cute little puppy surrounded by candy wrappers with a candy red tongue and a contended look on his face (until he saw the not so contended look on his daddy's face). Luckily for us we, along with some friends, had pretty much eaten all the good chocolate stuff outta there so he was only able to snarf down ONE Reeses peanut butter cup. We'd have worried if our dog wasn't a massive little steal stomached terror. The Nerds and the Reeses Pieces were all well and good but his candy of choice appears to be mints. Yep red and white swirled peppermints. Loves the thing. We're not even going to tell him about Christmas. Guess who won't be hanging candy canes on their Christmas tree?!
Now I'm not sure what exactly this dog's stomach is made of that allows him to still be alive after eating an entire loaf of bread, a whole bowl of Halloween candy, plastic bags, ceramic, etc etc without even throwing up but I do thank a higher power for it because it's saving us some serious vet bills. Come to think of it, the only time he's ever thrown up after eating something was a few hours after he jammed his big fat head into his food bin and went to town. Odd.
A Time I Had