Well the holiday season kicked off just greasily, with little Miss Hannah acting out because I did not take her with me one morning when I ran errands. Yes, I *AM* that whacked out woman you see driving around with a full-grown dog in the front seat at all times of day & night. Basically because that cute little golden face DOES hold us hostage by what she is capable of doing while we are out of the house!
So I had set out supplies for a batch or two of cookies I had planned to bake up; chief among those supplies was some sticks of butter to soften. Now, I'm not so blonde that I just put the sticks of butter out on the counter. Oh no... this is not appropriate in our house, and any foodstuffs left on the countertops must be in full camouflage mode. So the butter was on top of a few things, behind a few things, at the back of the counter.
Anyway, you see where this is going, and yes, she ate TWO FULL STICKS, WRAPPERS & ALL. Then started throwing up after drinking water. NOT a good sign.
After a couple hundred bucks and an overnight stay at the vet's office (they were concerned about so much "pure fat" hitting her pancreas at once), it was determined that Hannah's Christmas gift was the simple gift of being allowed to LIVE.
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