As Sarah was driving me home from volleyball she asked about Avery and if we had any more catastrophic events. I smiled and said no, which was a nice change of pace!
Then of course I come home, see her wagging body in the window as I enter in and as soon as I come in I smell fish… At first I try to remember if I ate fish or cooked fish or had fish leftovers and the answers were all negative. I then remembered how I had started adding salmon oil to her food since she’s so skinny and has a bit of a dry coat. I assumed it hadn’t settled with her stomach and threw up. I proceed to search around the apartment for vomit and find mysterious pieces of chewed plastic everywhere… Finally, I end up in the bathroom to find this:
She managed to chew apart and “eat” every last bit of the eight ounces of salmon oil. Being the good Mom I am, I then proceed to wash her bed and the sheet on the couch that she oozed oil all over, cleaned up tiny specks of plastic and label and febreezed every surface of my apartment. That however, does not seem to get out the stench, especially since it is mainly coming from her mouth… ICK!
Regardless… how can you be mad at this sad looking puppy face?
Just means we will have to go back to crating while I am gone. I am a huge proponent for crate training and Avery is crate trained, but if the dog can behave out of it, why not let it roam? Maybe Mom should just do a better job of not leaving tempting treats within reach.