Don’t ever put one of those little plastic roach baits on the bottom shelf of your bookcase behind some books where you think your dog can’t get to it. You will come home at 2 AM to find the books on the floor and the roach bait missing, and you will tear your apartment to shreds trying to find the roach bait while doing a lot of useless yelling at your dog. “What did you do? Where did you put it? Where is it?” She won’t answer you, but she’ll follow you around happily while you search and search and think about what it would be like if she dies of roach bait poisoning. Will she foam at the mouth? Will she convulse? Will it hurt her? Could you get her to the vet in time? How awful would your life be without her?
When you finally find the roach bait on the floor, intact minus a few little teeth marks around the plastic edges, try not to be too upset at your dog or at yourself. Everything is okay, and you both did what you thought was best at the time. Just make sure you put the other baits far, far, far out of her reach.
Oh No!!!! Talk about a freak out! Poor you! That does sound just like Maude however.
Yummmmm Roach Bait…
Talk about a buzz-kill! I can only assume how upset you were…same questions would have been going through my head….including….If I stick my finger down her throat will that work? How far away is the 24 hr vet? darn those dogs and their inability to talk….I’m glad Maude is okay!
i finally saw the big lebowski for the first time, and now maude has a whole extra dimension to her personality for me.
and i’m glad she’s ok. and i’m sorry you have roaches, no matter how few, coz i hate those guys.
your pics of yourself are gorgeous. keep making clothes and kicking sewings ass