I went home today for lunch. I don't normally do that, but I hadn't played with Drake this morning nor gone on our usual run, so I missed him.
I openned my front door and to my horror, I saw chocolate wrappers all over the floor. Drake had gotten into the chocolate jar. I have had that jar since before I had Drake and he has never been able to open it. Well, today he had. There were 8 wrappers on the floor. I freaked out. I immediately called the vet. He said Drake was big enough to where it couldnt poison him, but it was a good idea to get it out of him. He instructed me to give Drake a table spoon of salt. This should make him vomit.
I hate to have Draker vomit, but I would rather him get all that chocolate out of his system. Why did I even put chocolate in that jar? Neither Andrew nor I eat sweets. I put them out for my guests.
Oh, I am freaking out. I hate feeling like this.
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