Have you ever have a day that started off one way and ended up in quite an expected place? That was our Friday this week, in spades. We had an appointment for Covid tests in preparation for the trip Monday to the States. Off we went to Bacalar with our house sitters in tow. The plan was to drop them off at the mercado, get our tests and then meet up to show them our favorite shops and explain some of the unfamiliar fruits and vegetables. That was the only part of the day that went according to plan.
We returned home to a peculiar and unfamiliar sight. There were bits of foil wrapping torn up all over the living room. Mmmm. Had someone gotten in the trash?
It seems our house sitters had some lovely good quality chocolate, unopened and wrapped in plastic at the bottom of a backpack, a perfect treasure hunt for a highly food driven, blind pug with an exceptional nose for trouble.
Poor Luna who we later surmised had nothing to do with the caper, but got caught up in the tsunami of activity that followed. A quick calculation of the amount of chocolate consumed, weight of a tiny pug and the possible consequences, had them both bundled into the car and off to the veterinary clinic.
The doctor was in the middle of another emergency and had us leave the dogs for observation. What a crazy day.
Stella and Luna spent the next few hours crated at the clinic and then home, with Stella passing chocolate diarrhea and vomit for the next few hours. The worst part was her inability to settle down, wandering in circles, disoriented and running into things. (Reminder, she is blind). It took until far into the night for her to finally quiet enough to sleep. This from a dog that sleeps most of the time.
We are so grateful that it was not worse. Dogs can die from chocolate poisoning. With two days until we leave! At least our sitters were not trying to find a vet, handle a sick dog and google translate, “damn dog ingested chocolate” in Spanish.
The good news is that the Covid tests came back negative. And I thought I wasn’t going to have anything to blog about this week. A shout out to our sitter who acted quickly and insisted we go to the vet. Disaster averted and two very scared moms relieved.
DOS TORTAS
the adventures of dos tortas 
Oh wow, what a scary experience! As an owner of an old, blind (and deaf) dog, I can only imagine…and right before a trip too. SO glad your Stella was okay.
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Beyond stressful.
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Love it….
I don’t have pets.
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Yike’s! What a scare.
I once had a little rat terrier who managed to get himself into my chocolate more than once. Thankfully I always grab it away from him pretty quickly. Even though he never ate much, it always made him toss his cookies.
And it always happened in the same way. He did a little and short time later he get a silly grin on his face and then he’d look at me and throw up Such a cute little grin. Thankfully, thankfully he never got into any when I was gone. It was usually my fault—me leaving a piece on the coffee table while I jumped up to get something.
Yes, now your housesitter knows where the vet is. Excellent.
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Yes, that funny look they get when they know they’ve done something they shouldn’t. She is fine, other than being nervous that we’re leaving. They know.
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OMG that is hilarious….. in hindsight!!
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Well it was pretty scary.
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Well I am glad that turned out much better than it could have! Safe and pleasant travels! I hope that your friends have an uneventful rest of their stay at your home
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Thank you. They seem quite capable.
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Relief all round! 😉
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