So, Sunday I made chocolate chip cookies from scratch with my new Kitchen aid (because I wanted some, and also to prove to Kirk that it's not just a fancy mashed potato maker). I put them in a big zip lock bag so they would stay fresh. I made about a dozen, and froze the other half of the dough for later.
I get home from class yesterday and I was craving one of my awesome (double chocolate chunk) cookies (with nuts, of course) and I couldn't find them anywhere. I asked Kirk and he said "I don't know where they are, I was looking for them earlier" and then it hit me....freaking Buster! Yep, he jumped on the couch, and then onto the counter, and he took out a whole bag of chocolate chip cookies. I freaked out because chocolate+dogs=death. I looked it up online and it said about 5 ounces of chocolate for a 20 pound dog could be lethal. Buster is 40 lbs, and I figure he had about 4 ounces. He wasn't going to die, he was just really uncomfortable.
His belly got completely distended, like, huge, and he kept farting really loud (and groaning, and huffing, and wheezing) my poor guy was hurting. He pooped like 5 times, I lost count after a while. I made Kirk watch him when I went to bed to be sure he was ok. He was fine this morning, so crisis averted.
On the bright side, he did save me from about 350 calories that I would have regretted last night.
