A Truthful Tuesday Post.
Denney got chocolate poisoning again. On Christmas. He found some 63% cacao on my mom’s table.
The vet in Globe (my parent’s town) refused to see him. The vet refused to admit that there was even a need.
I (justifiably) freaked out. I drove to Tucson to see my regular vet (100 miles). My regular vet treated him (inducing vomiting and then feeding him activated charcoal to settle his stomach and offset any remaining toxins) and was happy to tell me he didn’t need to be hospitalized.
I absolutely loved driving back to Globe for Christmas dinner with Denney sleeping on my lap the whole way.
This second dog is a major trouble maker, and I still love every little thing about him.
