I came home on the day of Kelly’s wedding rehearsal dinner to find a raisin bread bag torn to bits all over the living room floor.
Turns out my mutts, Chip McFLY and Mr. Troy, had a craving for carbs and helped themselves.
My partner Chrys had brought this specialty bread home from Baltimore and didn’t put it under lock and key.
As the dad of a rescue pup who has made a career out of counter-crimes, I knew that raisins can be particularly poisonous to pups — but had both done the deed?
I quickly induced vomiting under doctors orders and waited.
Dr. Katy, their veterinarian, suggested I get them to a clinic right away to make sure everything was alright.
Turns out it was — but after a series of tests, bloodwork, subQ fluids and other shipping-and-handling costs, that damn loaf of bread cost $500 and I didn’t get to enjoy a single piece!