Apparently Henry is a chocoholic. After eating 10 Butterfinger and Snickers bars Saturday night, he followed it up with an entire bag of chocolate chips the following evening. The candy bars were on the counter and the chocolate chips were in the front seat of my car...the little thief.
With that much chocolate in his system, he had to go to the emergency vet (emergency= expensive, as many of you dog owners know) to induce vomiting. The vet tech did mention his throw up looked like chocolate sauce and smelled great...
Henry is a very good dog. He listens well, doesn't jump, lick, bark or bite and is gentle around kids. He loves other dogs and has never gotten into a fight. He rarely eats things and even more rarely eats things from the counter. But enough is enough. He's in big trouble. He needs to know that his posh, comfortable and fun life gets really uncomfortable when he does bad things. As Bryce the Dog Whisperer likes to say, "He shouldn't get to be part of the pack." So from now on, when Henry eats something, he has to spend the night in the hall instead of on his bed. And, he'll be in big trouble. Ya hear that Henry?
