Meet me in Kentucky Field

[The Ruse and the Caper – Coyote Theory]

So, continuing my tradition of writing about things a week later…

Last Thursday, I went to Mela’s place to hang out as usual before her work. The original plan was to go to Knox but I felt really lazy so I begged to just stay home and order a pizza, and watch FMA. Everything was fine, we ordered the pizzas and were waiting for it to be delivered, when we noticed Meg missing. She came plodding back with a small golden thing in her mouth. Naturally, I went to see what it was.

To my terror, I realized it was a piece of chocolate. I quickly snatched it from Meg, but found no tooth marks. We gave Meg a stern telling off, and went to find where she’d gotten it.

We went to Mela’s brother’s old room, him having just moved out and the room being just a place to put things, and found some bits of foil with bits of loose chocolate. Our worst fears flared: Meg already ate some chocolate before we caught her.

In a panic, Mela tried to make her throw up, but dogs didn’t really have a gag reflex. We called up her brother but he couldn’t drive us to the vet, so we thought we’d wait a bit to see what Meg is like.

We ate the pizza, and saw if Meg acted differently. She sort of wiggled about but it wasn’t unusual. Once she hobbled off into the next room, and Mela thought she was crawling off to die. So we called up the vet, and had a family friend of Mela’s take us to the nearest vet. There, they gave Meg an injection to make her throw up, and it took a while, so Mela and I went to her friend Andrew’s house, where Eileen, who has a car, could drive us back.

We watched some weird funny show from Japan, then got Eileen to drive us back to the vet and back to Mela’s. On the way back, a very subdued Meg stuck her furry head out the window and let the breeze fly through her locks, and seemed to have gained her spirits. Unfortunately for her, Mela had to go back to work, so we left a whimpering puppy in the study.

But it was pretty scary when we found the chocolate, even though in the end Meg barely ate any. I almost feel like she’s a little bit my puppy too.

Alex

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