February 15, 2012: Chooch consumes 7 ounces of petroleum jelly, warranting our first calls to the after-hours vet and Poison Control.
Happily we were told it was a pretty benign substance, although they were a little concerned with the quantity he devoured. (Seriously Chooch? I don’t get what could possibly be so tasty that he would eat the entire tub). He had some tummy problems a few hours ago (as they warned us) but seems back to his usual excitable self.
Oy to the vey. Getting this little hoodlum insured was the best decision of my life. Chooch, you are going to make me gray by 27 you furry little turdball! JK I LOVE YOU thanks for making it only a false alarm.