Saturday was a lovely day. It was warm and sunny. The dogs had a tremendous amount of pent up energy. I had had class Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. This meant very little exercise for the fur babies. Normally my dogs have pretty good house manners. For some unknown reason Ryder seems to be forgetting this. I had barbecued steak for supper. Not liking fat, I trimmed the fat off the edges. This was sitting on a plate on my kitchen counter. While in the washroom I heard a rattle and clang. After hollering their names only Diva came. No Ryder. This did not bode well. Going into the kitchen there sat Ryder licking his chops. Looking at the counter the plate was mysteriously empty.
Ryder horked down the fat trimmings. Gasping I looked at Ryder. He gave me his most pathetic face and ran and hid under the bed. Poor me. You see, Ryder has a delicate tummy. I knew this would not end well. Trying to prevent the inevitable I gave him a shot of PeptoBismal and hoped this would not come back to haunt me.
That night Ryder remained under the bed. Ryder clearly had an upset tummy. How do I know? Well, let's just say he was sending off some bad odors. Pulling the covers over my head I hoped that would be the worst.