So, last Friday I fell off the wagon. I'd been doing pretty good with the whole not-eating-stuff thing ever since my human threatened to make me wear one of those bee hats... but something in side me just said EAT IT, so I did.
What I ate was a bunch of twigs. And by Friday night the twigs hit some part of my insides that doesn't like twigs. It really didn't feel good. I moped around and whined a little and tried to find a comfortable way to sleep but couldn't. So I woke everyone up to keep me company.
My human wasn't happy about being awake in the middle of the night, and she totally wasn't happy it was because I ate something I know I'm not supposed to eat. So she gave me some magic mineral oil and we all went back to sleep.
By morning, the twigs (and everything else I'd eaten) were ready to come out. We drove over the bridge to Pt Isabel, and as soon as we got out of the car the twigs were history. About a minute later, I met a pug named Massimo.
Massimo isn't looking his cutest in today's picture because when I was busy eating twigs, he was busy eating one of him mom's socks. Like me, Massimo is a repeat offender/addict. I think this was his 3rd sock incident.
Luckily the socks Massimo eats are small and have never gotten stuck, but we both still got a big huge lecture about eating things we shouldn't.
I hope you're feeling better Massimo!