Well, Thanksgiving left me little to be thankful for... other than my family and friends of course. Thursday morning, I woke up, made breakfast, watched a little of the parade and started to get ready for the day. I had a lot to do and not much time. Eric, against my advice, decided to go play in the "Turkey Bowl," which is a group of now 30 somethings playing two hand touch and running around like they're in their 20s again. Sidebar: this the same Turkey Bowl game that Eric tore his rotator cuff just the year before. I digress.
While he got ready for the game, I started baking and getting the food ready for the scheduled family visits later in the day. Eric left his wedding ring on the end table, put his spikes on and left for the big game.
As I baked, Marley sat by my side hoping I'd drop some tasty scraps for her to eat. Occasionally, I'd take a break and play chase or catch with her and also let her outside so she could go to the bathroom. All in all, it was a relatively quite day, which I should learn by now is always the kiss of death.
Eric returned home around 1:30, just in time for the asparagus to come out of the oven, and for me to jump in the shower so we could leave on time at 2:15. As I began the "beautifying process - washing hair, shaving legs, getting dressed and putting on make up, Eric was downstairs frantically searching for his wedding ring. He called up to me, asking me where I had put it... of course, I hadn't known that he didn't have it on, so naturally, I didn't put it anywhere. We moved furniture, searched other areas of the house, but to no avail. During our search, I went into the kitchen and noticed that while my asparagus were untouched, my oven mitt did not fair so well. All that was left was the bottom half of the mitt as the top half was consumed with no trace of its existence.
Frustrated and late, we left thinking maybe just maybe Marley ate the ring, too, but we still had faith that our "little" pup knew better. We came home between family meals to check on our dear labradoodle, but Marley seemed fine, so we went to Eric's side for dessert. However, still racking our brains to see if maybe one of us misplaced the band. We returned home, and I took Marley for a much-needed walk, then we went to bed with no ring and fearing the worst - that one of us would have to search for the ring after it has passed.
The next morning, Marley ate breakfast and I went Black Friday shopping with my mom. When I returned home a few hours later, Marley had already thrown up twice and was on her way to throwing up some more. It was time to call the vet. At the doctor's office, we were told that there was no evidence that pointed to bloat or a blockage, but we needed to be leery of the oven mitt, and not the wedding band. So we authorized an xray, so we could rule out emergency surgery, and right there on the screen was the evidence we needed - she did indeed eat the symbol of our vows and lifelong commitment to eachother. The good news, she didn't need surgery, the bad news we were $200 poorer and we'd be looking through her poop for the next few days.
Marley felt much better after the doctor gave her a shot and some fluids, and was up to her old antics... causing a raucous. Saturday came, and by 6 p.m. Marley had eaten two meals and digested them. I had the unfortunate luck of taking her outside when it was time to pass the ring and the remaining bits of oven mitt. Not only was I thoroughly disgusted because of what I was doing but also, because I had to pull the ring off of the oven mitt like it was a finger. I couldn't look at my pup for two days and I can only hope that she learned her lesson and will not be eating valuables or oven mitts anytime in the future... this better not be another kiss of death statement or Marley will have some splainin' to do!
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