Around 3am, I decided to take today as a rest day and nap during nap time. I learned a critical lesson about myself last night: I am a huge wimp about heat.
|I can't even look at you Mommy. So embarrassing.|
The other factor in my rest day decision was that Faith had to go back to the doctor for another follow-up appointment this morning. She is feeling a lot better, but still has an icky cough. She wanted nothing to do with the doctor and he asked me to help hold her in a particular way so he could look in her throat. I didn't hesitate and pinned her little arms and legs so he could do his job. After that, he told me that hardly any parents do that without protesting about "hurting their baby". I have no idea if that's a compliment. I guess my husband is wrong and occasionally I can do as I'm told without questioning it.
When we got home from the doctor visit, I noticed something odd in the living room:
|Time for some CSI|
When Alyssa had come for the marathon weekend, she brought a package of Berger cookies.
|So freaking good|
I only ate 2 of them and had moved the package to the top of the fruit basket on the middle of our kitchen island. I guess the dog has a longer reach than I thought since she ate the whole thing while I was gone. I do appreciate that she has the decency to not eat the clip I used to close the package.
I wasn't worried about it until I mentioned it to Kari on Gchat and she said that she recently made them at home and the recipe had a lot of baker's chocolate, which is pretty toxic to dogs. I don't do anything when Peanut eats milk chocolate, but I knew I had to do something about this. My lasting perk of years of working at veterinary hospitals and owning bad dogs is knowing what to do without having to call the vet. I busted out the hydrogen peroxide bottle and took Peanut out on the back deck. I squirted a bunch down the back of her throat (she didn't even suspect anything bad was going to happen, that fool) and waited less than 3 minutes for this to happen:
|I don't feel so good....|
I never knew she didn't chew her kibble or her stolen cookies (I found all 8 stolen cookies). The best part was how it still smelled like Berger cookies and now I can never eat them again after that fun cleanup.
So the good news is that the dog is fine and it didn't interfere with my glorious nap time. Normally I'd be ashamed to admit that I have the AC on in mid-March, but I apparently require it for sleeping. Once Faith and I got up, we were able to spend the rest of the afternoon outside in the 75 degree weather. We're actually going to have head out early for our run tomorrow because it's going to be 80 and that's too hot for the dog. I didn't think I'd have to worry about this until at least May, but global warming is a bitch.
Faith is feeling a lot better today and is eating again. Pretty soon I'm going to ditch my guilt about her starving from her 3 day food hiatus and stop giving her chocolate milk and pudding whenever she wants.
|No more chocolate milk for me Mommy, baby swimsuit season is coming!|
|It tastes sweeter when I feed myself|
She also managed to coerce me into getting her a donut this morning (we walked by the case at the store and she pointed and said "PLUUUZ?" and I am a pushover), so she even had 2 breakfasts. It was the first time she's ever had her own donut and she was smiling and showing it to everyone at the store. I used to work with a guy who got that excited about birthday cake, but hopefully she'll outgrow it.
|I can make you do whatever I want with this "magic" word, huh?|
Can you sleep without the AC if it's above 75 or are you more like me with needing cool air to sleep?