sick puppy

A few nights ago I heard a rustling sound in my sleep. As it is summer (technically), the windows are open and various sounds make their way in through the night, so, I turned over and went back to sleep. That was my mistake. In the morning, in my stumble to the kitchen towards the coffee pot, I stepped on something slimy. Click, lights on. Garbage-bag remnants everywhere. And yet, not enough remnants to account for the contents of what had been a full kitchen garbage can. Ruby? Ruby!! She had eaten everything. Egg shells, cheese rinds, coffee grounds. Two days of puking and constant water-drinking (and a few accidents, alarming because that's so rare for her) and I think she's learned her lesson. Well, probably not, she's hard-wired for garbage-eating, but we can hope.