A few weeks ago, one of the staff at the pub put a plate of the Valentines Day chocolates on the shelf under the dresser... Not a good idea when Maggie is about! She tried to pretend that she hadn't eaten them all, but the tell tale Red Foil in her poo gave her away, along with the fact that she had a very poorly tummy. And she's clearly been at it again, as she's had another poor tummy for the past few days and this time has kitchen foil in her poo (and sick). None of us got any sleep again last night so Julie thought enough is enough, and took her to see the dog doctor at Marlows Veterinary Practice. After telling Maggie that it served her right (which was so satisfying to hear), she gave her some tablets and said that she wasn't to have any food at all for 24 hours (again, very satisfying!) and it will be a few days before she gets any better. As I write this she has just brought up another clump of foil, but considering that we've caught her crunching on glass and china in the past, at least foil is reasonably soft...
I'm still allowed to eat though, and I'm quite prepared to have Maggie's share of any treats...
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