Fooooooooood!

When we got home from work tonight we were greeted by two happy wagging dogs. One of them, however, was a very naughty dog.

The sliding door of the hall closet was open about 18 inches, and there was a bag that looked suspiciously like the kibble bag upright in the middle of the hall. On closer inspection, the "dog-proof, lockable, air-tight" kibble bin had been pried open and it's content surgically removed.

Amazingly, there was still kibble in the bag.

Sadie the now-very-bloated Labrador ate probably 10 cups of Blue Buffalo kibble. I'm frankly shocked there was anything left, given Sadie's see-food diet approach to life: She sees it, she eats it.

Needless to say, she has a very upset tummy. She got 2 tiny scraps of my steak from dinner, but nothing else. (Hey, I can't just make her watch me train Maxwell for 15 minutes and leave her out completely!) She looked pathetic, all bloated but still wanting dinner.

Guess what? My boyfriend can take care of the 4am diarrhea scramble. I've already taken care of it twice tonight, poor dog. It's amazing she didn't make a mess in the apartment before we got home.

And in case you're wondering, it doesn't look like Maxwell ate much, if any, of the "free" kibble. His stomach felt nice and flat, and his energy levels (and bowel movements) were 100% normal. Good puppy!