If she doesn’t kill me on the trail, she’ll frighten me to death.

Let me start by saying as far as I can tell, Delilah is okay.

If you’re my friend on facebook, you already know what happened.  If you’re not, what are you waiting for?

I came home after a four hour break yesterday to find a shredded plastic bag on the floor.

Nothing new.  I picked up the remnants and looked at the bag thinking, what the hell was in that?

I looked around, couldn’t figure it out and went about the rest of my day.

When Hubby came home I said, do you know what the hell was in this bag?

Nope.

He looked around and exclaimed, Packing Peanuts!

Holy shit. Are you kidding me? (I lied, I actually cussed a lot more than that.  What can I say?  I could make a sailor blush.)

We searched every room in the house but not a trace of packing peanuts did we find.  Hubby went out to the trash, no peanuts.

There’s only one conclusion.

Delilah ate about three to four cups of packing peanuts.

I about lost my shit.  I im’d Jodi Chick who said, Keep an eye on her. If she stops eating/pooping or if she vomits, you need to worry.  Hopefully, you’ll see a whole lot of packing peanuts come out the other end, but if you don’t? Worry.

I called the vet’s office to get the number for the emergency vet and thankfully the vets in my office are available by phone before 9:00 pm.  As luck would have it, I pulled my vet who called me back within two minutes.

She felt it was probably cornstarch peanuts and that Delilah would be okay, but recommended no food.

Well that’s not going to go over well I said.

Then just give her a small handful, if she vomits during the night you need to bring her to the emergency vet, but if she doesn’t then she can resume regular meals tomorrow.

Then I sent a text to Jenny Jugs, who assured me she’d probably be fine, but to watch her.

Do you see how I roll?

Flash forward an hour, we’re sitting watch TV and Hubby says, what if it was him?  What if he’s been doing it all along and we’ve been blaming her?

So neither dog got a full dinner.

You’re such a drama queen, it was just a little bag of peanuts. Before you were allergic to them, you loved them too.

Thanks Delilah and my gray hair and shortened lifespan thanks you too.

Update:  Despite not having a full meal, both dogs did very well last night.  After waiting a couple of minutes for the second course they both went and settled down.  I held off on their filled bone snack until almost 10:00 pm.  They went out for the night but she didn’t poop.

I’m exhausted, when I slept it was with one eye and one ear open, but both dogs (and Hubby) slept comfortably through the night.

This morning she had a tiny movement which looked okay to me.  They had their normal breakfast although I refrained from giving them their garlic tablets as I was afraid it might make her gassy.  I plan on going home at lunch for our walk and have asked my mom to check in on them if she hears anything unusual.

Delilah seemed her normal self this morning, scrounging around for food and I even caught her grazing at wood chips.

What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger right?

This is the Monday Mischief Blog hop hosted by Alfie’s Blog, Snoopy’s Dog Blog and My Brown Newfies.