First, I am glad Rich was able to get the Puck situation off his chest. I know with my heart or hearts that this has been terribly taxing on him and I think writing about helps, kinda like going to therapy. At least it is for me.
My Puck blog is a funny one.
When Rich and I met (Aug 1998), Puck was just a puppy. About 3 months old I am guessing. Amigo was a little older but not more than a few months. These two were buds as puppies, as they got to their teenage years, not so much, and as they became old men, they were friends again. Except if one had a bone and the other didn't. Anyway, on to the story.
Rich and I were newly dating. He had his house in University Hills. He was the head chef over at that big lab on the corner of McNeil & 1325. I cant think of the name. So when he needed things for home, he ordered from Sysco since they were the supplier for the kitchen. That means he has extra large quantities of everything. Think Sams on steroids. So he ordered some bakers chocolate. This came in 20 lbs bricks. One white chocolate & one dark. He had them nicely wrapped in Saran wrap on a metro shelf in the kitchen. When he wanted to make some yummy choc covered strawberries, he would break off a chunk and wrap it back up. Well, Puck & Amigo were left home alone one day and decided that they needed some chocolate. I know you are panicking but don't cause clearly, Puck lived a full 12 years after this. We walk into the house to 2 hyper puppies, bouncing off the falls wagging their tails so hard that their whole bodies were wiggling. They had eaten many pounds of the 20 pound rectangle of chocolate, some dark and some white. We were sure we were headed for a long night at the emergency vet but somehow we didn't. Neither one of them had any stomach issues, nothing. The vet said to watch them for several things but neither one had a single problem. Made us wonder if the dogs not being able to eat chocolate was a myth. As if the chocolate episode was not enough for one day, they must have needed something to help get the chocolate out of their teeth cause they also ate into a box of 10,000 toothpicks and had them spread all over the living room along with the chocolate. (I told you he ordered in bulk). Rich and I walked in from a day out and about to this huge mess. It was impossible not to laugh, after we called the vet of course. I bet we picked up toothpicks for 2 hours. It seemed that long at least. The dogs got a good talking too that day. One in English (Puck) & one in Spanish (amigo). We told Alicyn this story on Friday, and we all laughed. She couldn't believe that daddy had Puck before he even had me (or her :))
RIP Puck, and eat all the chocolate you want!
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