So...

You remember all of that Easter candy from my previous blog post, right? Well, one night after dinner the kids decided to have some. And when they were done, somehow a bag of Easter candy ended up on the floor. Normally not a big deal. But it got overlooked and didn't get picked up when everyone went to bed. Everyone except Mocha, that is.



And inside the bag were chocolate Easter eggs. As in past tense. As in Mocha ate the chocolate eggs.

Theresa was awakened at 4:something AM by Mocha barking. So she went down to see what was going on and he was scraping at his empty water bowl. So she gave him some more water and then noticed all of these little bits of foil - which was what the eggs had been wrapped in. And they were scattered all over the floor. So she hops online to check it out, and based on the amount of foil on the floor, and the weight of Mocha (about 10 pounds or a little over 4 kilos) she determined that he should probably go to the pet hospital to be checked out. I guess dogs and chocolate are not such a great match. So Theresa came upstairs and woke me up and said that she was taking Mocha and Mattea to the pet hospital because he ate a bunch of chocolate. So I did what most any husband would do at 5:something AM - I said fine and rolled over and went back to sleep.

By the time I woke up, Theresa, Mattea and Mocha were back with Mocha seemingly none the worse for wear. The tattooed and pierced vet had induced vomiting, and she said that Mocha did in fact appear to have eaten enough to be harmful, so it was a good idea that he was taken in.

I'm just glad that Theresa is the lighter sleeper of the two of us.

(No Mocha's were (permanently) harmed in the creation of this blog post)