It's a thing. Thursday is the day to tell stories. Of things that mainly happen on Thursdays and that are mildly interesting (if you have some sort of relationship with me) just because I want to remember them. I'm sure one day these little stories will make up the big story of my life. How frightening!
So as you might know, we went to the coast over the long weekend. Very calming, very lovely. This is our new bedroom at the coast! Also this is me and the Dewbs on Sunday night!
These are our buddies, Em and Red (duh) they came to smell some sea air and toast things on the fire. The fire is actually where this story starts.
Setting up a house from scratch involves many cardboard boxes. Boxes to hold kitchen things, boxes to hold flat pack furniture, boxes to hold all the beers, you get what I'm saying. Many cardboard boxes equals fire in the minds of my fiance and father who are complete fire bugs alone, but when they get together they are out of control.
As the night wore on, more beers and smores and sausages were consumed and they boys just got sillier, especially when some of Dad's friends joined in. All of a sudden there was an entire old wardrobe sitting on the fire and the flames were intense. Imagine them all hurrying around trying to burn all the things! plastic - no probs, bags full of kitchen scraps? chuck them on!
Luckily it died down and even luckier, the rain came so the fire went out and the boys found their way into bed.
On Monday it rained and rained and rained some more. At lunch time I let the dogs out to have a break and sniff around. Our dogs HATE the rain so I thought I'd leave them while I made lunch because they'd be in soon enough. Half an hour and a big plate of fish and chips later, in walks Noodle Hermione with a black face and paws smelling like she had just swallowed an entire fire pit of ash.
I thought no way, this cannot be true, why would Noodle eat the ash? So I gave her a bath and let her be, still smelling awful. A little while later miss fire breath starts shivering - never a good Noodle sign. Soon enough she is throwing up all over the brand new mattress. Her spew is pure ash with possibly the worst thing in the world for a little dog - cooked chicken bones. More mattress spews, a new rug spew and a new couch spew later we deduce that she's eaten an entire chicken carcass and about her weight in ash.
There I was having panic attacks about dead Noodle's, pondering why on earth she wanted to kill herself, was I not a good Mother?! Obviously not, never having real babies because I will surely kill them too...
After a few good hours of spewing, a very high fever, 10 years of worry plastered onto our faces and 78 million syringes of water forced into the dog, she was fine. Ate her dinner and went to bed like nothing happened.
I will never forgive you Noodle, never. Never underestimate the love between a dog and a BBQ chicken. It can be deadly. Also chicken bones don't melt.
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| She will forever more be known as the stupidest dog known to man. Sorry Noodle. |
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