Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Oh no, Papa: not the chocolate donuts!

Spoiler alert: There’s some gross stuff in here. So you may want to stop reading and instead just enjoy this photo of Pops enjoying a Frosty Paws frozen treat.

Okay, you were warned…

A couple of weeks ago, I came home from work to find two piles of black sludge.

I’d never seen anything like it: dark, solid, smeared into the living room carpet. A Papa ganache.

Turns out she had eaten 11 chocolate donuts at my parents’ house.

Luckily I had already scheduled an appointment with the vet. (Pops had been panting and limping a lot.)

Sidebar: The donuts were in my parents’ kitchen. My mom hid them under some noodles and said, “These are not for you,” before closing off the kitchen and leaving for a doctor’s appointment. So mayhem ensued.

The vet says Pops appears to be in otherwise decent shape: clear lungs and only a bit of a click in her front left elbow. She got some charcoal to absorb any leftover chocolate and was fine.

My carpet, however, required more attention. Lotsa chemicals and scrubbing. Oh, no.

1 comment:

The Suitcase Lady said...

Naomi! I do believe that our "eight cats plus one" are actually less work than one dog can be. However, love for an animal is a wonderful thing!