Hungry Hippo

I do not know what to do with my dog. He eats everything. Shoes, glass, paper, leather bags - you name it, he will eat it. I am not just talking about chewing things. I mean full out digesting it until there is no trace. Yesterday I came home to find a half eaten prescription pill bottle. I went into full panic emergency mode. I gave him hydrogen peroxide to try to make him throw up. I was on the computer with poison control. I was rubbing his belly - anything I could do to try to get the pills out. Of course he did not throw up; he has a stomach of steel. I sat for the next three hours waking him up every few minutes because I was afraid if he fell asleep he would die. Matt walks in and goes to his computer where he finds a neat pile of pills next to his desk. Apparently Winston did not eat the pills - just the container. If this is what it is like to have children, I am not interested.