|"What? WHAT?! You can't prove a thing!"|
Rilley and Exhibit "A".
At some point while the house was empty Rilley, the ever resourceful one, noticed that the jar of Kraft Peanut Butter had been left within reach. Well, within reach once he cleared all the contents of the counter onto the floor. By the time Sara returned back home, it was all over. The jar of PB laying in one corner like some kind of giant Kong and the lid in another.
Then, as is the case with his usual gorging rounds, the whining started. Obviously, our furry friend's tummy was rebelling against him. Rilley's vet, Dr. Ewing, suggested that Sara bring him by so she could observe him. After about an hour and a half, she sent him home saying that she would normally have given him charcoal to induce vomiting if he had come in sooner.
Later this afternoon, Rilley's rebellious stomach turned vengeful against our living room sofa. What a mess! It's not that easy to clean up peanut butter vomit from fabric, but luckily it was mostly on the cushions...too thick to soak into the actual foam...so, a quick rinse and into the washer they went.
As for Rilley, following Dr. Ewing's advice, we skipped his dinner and he now seems to be feeling better. Although I worry for our sleep...not that he'll be sick again, but that tonight he will be REALLY hungry and not let up until he gets something.
|No need to unscrew the lid...just use your teeth to break and pry it off!|