Yoshi is the chow hound of our 3 dogs (Katy is still a foster, but we are coming to think of her as ours now). Actually, Yoshi is really a greyhound; we just call her a chow hound.
She’s our “lightest” dog at 66 pounds, but you wouldn’t think so with all she eats!
I envy her metabolism.
This dog is totally food driven. She goes outside only because she knows that when she comes back in she’ll get a treat.
Sometimes she gets lazy and declines to go out with the other two but still comes running to the kitchen when I let them back in…expecting a treat anyway!
So it was no surprise to me last night when she declined to go outdoors after eating her dinner. Normally she eats, determines there’s nothing more to be had and then goes upstairs to bed without even a backwards glance.
We had one of Mike’s nephews over to visit last night and were outside at the outdoor kitchen where Mike was fixing a nice dinner.
Sandy and Katy were outside with us.
After we ate I went inside and noticed something on the floor…on closer inspection it was a brown plastic lid.
Where did that come from?
I turned the corner to the living room and there was Yoshi, sprawled out on a dog bed, an 8 oz can of Hershey's Cocoa powder between her paws and her nose thrust all the way into the can.
She happily looked up at me and licked her chops.
The can was nearly empty!
Where on earth did she get hold of that?
Then I looked back in the kitchen and saw the corner lazy susan cabinet, which we use for spices and other baking ingredients; was open.
Mike had come into the house to grab some spices to cook dinner and forgot to roll the cupboard shut.
I called the our vet’s office and got the number for the emergency clinic. I called them up and explained how much cocoa our dog had just eaten, (it was an open canister, but we figure it was at least half full if not more.)
Get her in here NOW! was the response.
So off we went, with a very happy Yoshi dog still licking her chops.
She wasn’t so happy when she came out of the emergency clinic, having been made to vomit out all the chocolate AND her dinner.
We had caught it quickly enough that it hadn’t absorbed into her system yet.
No issues, thank God.
Just a bill for $247.
In retrospect I think the cocoa needs to be stored in a different place from now on. That is, IF I ever buy it again.
So, do you have dogs too? If so, where do you store your cocoa powder?
Did you know that baking cocoa is the most deadly of all chocolates to a dog? It’s pure cocoa!
Oh, and one more thing, do you have Syrup of Ipecac on hand?
(I’ll be picking some of that up today to add to my first aid kit)