...and another one gone, another one gone: another one bites the dust!

[thewayne]

Death on Four Legs struck again yesterday after Russet left for work. When I got home at around 11pm, I noticed a paper towel in the floor, indicative that a Certain Poodle Princess had been scrounging again, but I couldn't find any evidence or destruction elsewhere. So I threw away said paper towel and ultimately went to bed.

Fast-forward to 6am. Russet gets home, and immediately spots a former jar of peanut butter under the table.

At least it was a Jiff Premium that had zero artificial ingredients.

Comments

[nausicaa1.livejournal.com]

Eeew. That has got to be one ill doggie! (i tried really hard not to say 'sick puppy'. Oops. It slipped.)

Corey's old dog Oscar at a loaf of heavy-duty bread and a giant family-sized tub of Country Crock butter once. It took him a couple of really miserable days to get it all out of his system. Yuck!

[cardigirl.livejournal.com]

Well, there's artificial ingredients, and then there's a couple caseloads of sugar and salt perhaps, no? (I'm a Laura Scudders girl: nothing but peanuts.) Not so good for little doggies in any case. Was the jar, at least, mostly empty *before* she got into it??

[thewayne.livejournal.com]

Simply Jif has added oils (soy and rape seed), but sugar and salt are the last two ingredients. She's got a fairly iron constitution, we haven't seen anything disturb it yet.

YET.

:-)

[thewayne.livejournal.com]

Nope, zero ill effects. This is the second time she's done this. Once, before we were married and Russet was visiting me in Phoenix, we came home late one night from being out doing whatever, walk in the front door. It's dark, I'm looking for the remote control for the ceiling fan light, and Russ is petting the dog. She comments that something isn't right, something feels wrong with Celeste's jaw (she'd been scratching under her jaw. We get the light on, can't figure out what's up with Celeste, then one of us spots the jar of peanut butter that she'd chewed the lid off of then proceeded to eat the contents thereof.

Iron stomach, this one has. Big contrast to Russet's previous poodle who was rather ill, gastro-intestinally speaking, prior to his demise.