If you won’t let me have any, then I will help myself!
Today I learnt a valuable lesson that doggies and chocolate are a bad combination. I have seen Mathew eat it before but he has always told me it was bad for me and would not let me have any. Well today when Mathew went out for a short time he decided to leave doggy door into the laundry open as it was raining outside. Little did he know that he had not closed the door properly to the house so I decided to do some exploring. In the middle of the dining table was a “BIG” block of Toblerone, so I decided to teach Mathew a lesson for not letting me have any and proceeded to eat the whole thing, with some cardboard and aluminium foil as well.
Well when Mathew got home I was a bit confused as he wasn’t exactly angry when he found my mess, but instead very concerned. Instead of yelling at me he bundled me into the car and took me out. This was strange, no yelling and we get to go out! I soon learnt that I should have left the Toblerone alone when we arrived at the emergency vet (today was a public holiday so my normal vet was closed). They took me straight out the back and gave me an injection, and before I knew it all that chocolate was coming back up again. I enjoyed it much more when it was going down. I really didn’t feel well now, and suspected Mathew might not have been lying all this time. When it was all finally up they shoved some charcoal down my throat to help settle my belly. After a few hours we were finally allowed to go home so I could sleep off my nightmarish experience, but not before Mathew had to swipe that magic piece of plastic from his wallet that took a nice chunk out of his bank account. Sorry Mathew 🙁 I will listen to you next time (maybe).
