Sutter has officially made it onto Santa’s naughty list. Apparently we didn’t tell him that you can’t eat Santa.
Here’s what happened. On Sunday before we headed to a party in the city, we put Sutter in his “secure” crate in the kitchen. It’s been raining a lot here, so we figured that’s the place he’d like to be. We were wrong to think he’d be calm and resting in the crate while we were away.
Sutter is Houdini.
When we came home that night, we walked into what was most likely a chocolate binge party. See’s candy wrappers littered the floor (the entire new box of truffles was completely consumed after tearing through the cellophane), the chocolate cookies on the counter had been demolished, and the 12-inch solid chocolate Santa that was on our table (a gift from Carl’s boss), was nowhere to be found. If there had been a hidden camera in our home to catch the action, we would have seen clips of Sutter jumping on our couch, tossing Santa in the air with his paws, bounding across our bed and even checking out our bathtub. (Perhaps to clean off the evidence?)
Everyone knows that dogs can’t eat chocolate, right? All in all, we think he consumed more than 32 ounces . Umm… another vet bill? After our calculations, we called the emergency number and a tech gave us the detox solution. Hydrogen peroxide. So for the next two hours, we forced this down his throat to get him to throw it up. We’ll just call that time Sutter’s torture chamber. So far, he’s survived. But now, he’s not only on Santa’s naughty list, but ours as well. Hope he likes coal in his stocking. Oh, he’ll probably just eat that too.
As a side note, we’ve nicknamed our dog with the name “Sutter Butter.” A few weeks after we gave him this name, we discovered that he ate an entire stick of butter which he snagged off our counter. I guess he wanted to live up to his name? Now, being a chocolate lab, we see that he takes things quite literally.
Dog Whisperer… please come down the chimney to help us!