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August 25, 2004

The Pits

I went out this evening, well, not really out. I went over to the BF’s house to watch some television shows that he Tivo’d for me while he worked on his car or some such thing. Anyway, when I came home I found a basket turned over on the floor and the red potatoes that were in it strewn about. As I was cleaning up, I noticed that basket holding the peaches was missing. I searched the house and found the basket in the dog room, peaches all missing. I think that there were 6 peaches left. I looked everywhere for the peach pits and then turned to Truck he looked back at me with his half guilty / half ‘fuck you’ look that screamed I ate the peaches. Knowing that peach pits contain cyanide, I panicked. I felt his belly but felt no obvious lumps. Then I ran to the internet to find out what I should do. It turns out peach pits contain only slight amounts of cyanide, but enough to kill a small dog. What about 6 pits? I called the vet (the man was foolish enough to give me a 24-hour emergency number) and he told me to watch him for a bit and if seemed sick to call him back. How am I to tell if he is sick?

It has been several hours and both dogs seem to be fine normal. I will keep you posted.



Posted at August 25, 2004 01:15 AM
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