Chaos is reigning in our house. And the culprit is this:
The poor dog has been on Prednisone for a couple of weeks now. We are finally tapering him off, but what a wild ride it has been. The vet told me it would increase his appetite and make him thirsty. OK. He has always been food driven, so I thought I was prepared. Not exactly. The dog has learned how to help himself to the food in the pantry. So far, in the past 2 weeks Uncommon Greyhound has sampled:
- chocolate-covered granola bars
- Reese’s Pieces
- an old chocolate bunny (hollow, I think)
- Ritz crackers
- a 5-pound bag of sugar (my personal favorite–and, no, he didn’t eat it all)
- strawberry Pop-Tarts
So last night brought the last straw. We all had to out to various activities, so the dog would be left alone for 2 hours or so. By this time, we figured we had everything he could get into put away. Wrong. He managed to find a bag of Dove dark chocolate hearts. I’m guessing he ate about half of the bag, foil wrapping and all. First came the rage. NOT AGAIN! Then the panic. MORE CHOCOLATE! Isn’t that toxic? After quickly checking online for what to do, I came across this handy-dandy chart with dangerous amounts of chocolate based on a dog’s weight. Apparently, I am not the only person with dog addicted to chocolate. Too bad the chart doesn’t address the question of how many foil wrappers he can eat before I should start to worry.
I tried to shrug all of this off as the side effects of his medication. Here’s the thing, though. In my effort to put away everything edible, I noticed a new box of Milk Bones that hasn’t made it into the canister yet. It’s untouched. So is the spare bag of cat food. If he’s so hungry, why is he so picky? Why did he go for the Dove and not the Nestle Crunch hearts? It’s not unlike kids who whine about being hungry but “There’s nothing to eat!”
So the kitchen’s on lockdown for about another week. Today the atmospheric conditions in the house are particularly gassy. And I guess I really didn’t need those chocolate hearts anyway.