My good friend, Carol Pollack, once told me a story about the horrifying time she found her two Jack Russell Terriers hovering over a huge-- and empty --bitten up box of dark chocolate. Panicking, she called the vet late at night and was told to give her dogs a little bit of hydrogen peroxide, and then have her son run the two pups down the street in order to induce vomiting.
Her husband came home to find his hysterical wife at the bottom of the stairs and his exhausted son, running the dogs down pitch black Syosset streets.
When he found out what happened, he cried: “I ate all those chocolates last week!”
Safe to say, the poor, innocent pups, with upset stomachs, were apologized to every day for the next week.
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