He's not that innocent.
Oh no...
No, he's not. Don't be fooled.
This lil' angelic face is in BIG TROUBLE.
Last night when we returned home from the Everclear show, we walked into the condo to the lil' snot wore his guilt in his smile. I walked over to the couch and noticed shreds of plastic wrap alllllllllllllll over the place. And then it hit me...he got into the quarter pound bag of honey roasted peanuts I had just bought from Garrett's. These peanuts...not so cheap.
So of course, I go off on this motherly-instinct, tirade. First, I'm so angry. Livid. Wanting to spank his lil' rear. Then I freak out. What if he has an allergic reaction!?!?!? What if he spends the night getting sick?!?!?!? So...I do what any paranoid pooch parent would do at one in the morning...I panic and call the 24-hour emergency vet.
Turns out, honey roasted peanuts aren't toxic to dogs (phew!) however, the amount that he consumed and given his size was supposed to lead to some major constipation, and could arguably end up needing an enema (which he probably would've deserved). Let's just say...lucky for our lil' punk of a pooch, he's been poppin' out peanuts all day long. Gross. I know. But at least he's fine.
Anyways. The concert? Awesome. I forgot how much I :heart: that band. We show up around 9:30 and they took the stage an hour later. We rocked out. Sang along. Watched a fight break out on the floor in the sea of old people (haha...). And life was grand!
We can live beside the ocean...linger far behind...swim out past the breakers...watch the world die...woo!
Today has been nothing short of relaxing. I went to the YMCA this afternoon. Did a nice, easy 2 mile run on the treadmill and then hit the pool. I stopped counting when I hit 1200 yards...but ended up swimming for close to an hour.
Now...it's all about relaxing with the hubby and the puppy pants. Good times, campers. Good times.
No, he's not. Don't be fooled.
This lil' angelic face is in BIG TROUBLE.
Last night when we returned home from the Everclear show, we walked into the condo to the lil' snot wore his guilt in his smile. I walked over to the couch and noticed shreds of plastic wrap alllllllllllllll over the place. And then it hit me...he got into the quarter pound bag of honey roasted peanuts I had just bought from Garrett's. These peanuts...not so cheap.
So of course, I go off on this motherly-instinct, tirade. First, I'm so angry. Livid. Wanting to spank his lil' rear. Then I freak out. What if he has an allergic reaction!?!?!? What if he spends the night getting sick?!?!?!? So...I do what any paranoid pooch parent would do at one in the morning...I panic and call the 24-hour emergency vet.
Turns out, honey roasted peanuts aren't toxic to dogs (phew!) however, the amount that he consumed and given his size was supposed to lead to some major constipation, and could arguably end up needing an enema (which he probably would've deserved). Let's just say...lucky for our lil' punk of a pooch, he's been poppin' out peanuts all day long. Gross. I know. But at least he's fine.
Anyways. The concert? Awesome. I forgot how much I :heart: that band. We show up around 9:30 and they took the stage an hour later. We rocked out. Sang along. Watched a fight break out on the floor in the sea of old people (haha...). And life was grand!
We can live beside the ocean...linger far behind...swim out past the breakers...watch the world die...woo!
Today has been nothing short of relaxing. I went to the YMCA this afternoon. Did a nice, easy 2 mile run on the treadmill and then hit the pool. I stopped counting when I hit 1200 yards...but ended up swimming for close to an hour.
Now...it's all about relaxing with the hubby and the puppy pants. Good times, campers. Good times.
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 7:39 PM
9 Camper Comments:
Awwww...poor/bad Phog. I must try these peanuts though on my next visit.
Glad you enjoyed the show!
Oooohhh, so sad for you. Lucy has done that with a bag of dog food (I left it on the dining room table...) and a bag of Halloween marshmallow pumpkins. Let's just say our white carpet has never been the same... must love the pugs though!
Arr Arrrrr! [snort] Uh, oh!
[pitiful eyes][tail wag]
Sounds like one of my two cats. She likes to get into a lot a lot of trouble. I am glad that the concert was good.
OMG! Phog is the cutest! I'm glad he is okay.
I'm eating Garret's popcorn right now. I know that wasn't the point of your post, but I thought you should know.
Bad Phog.
I just love Phog!!! He's still cute even as a little devil. I'm sure you guys had a super fun day of potty duty. Ugh.
Last time we saw "Everclear" it was just Art. Literally. He brought no band. It was so upsetting, he got boo-ed the whole time. It's hard to play Everclear songs with just an acoustic guitar.
Ahh, peanut poop; that's icky. Dogs are funny. Scooter ate the eyeball of a toy chicken at Christmas, and in the middle of the night puked it up. It was very disconcerting to see that eyeball staring up at me from his dog puke.
Glad you had a good time at the concert. Sorry about your peanuts. My dog eats shoes.
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