So yesterday, our friend Ben drove up from NC to spend the weekend with us. Ben is known for stocking our bar with more alcohol than can be consumed in a few years time. So last night we had some drinks, played some bananagrams, played some rock band and all in all it was a great night.
What we didn't know.....
...was that apparently Nutty drank WAY past his limit. This morning at 6:30, Andrew and I awoke to him throwing up in our bed. And on the floor. And down the hallway. And downstairs. And just when I thought it was all over, he repeated his tricks at 7:00. Good grief! Some day he's going to learn that he can't keep up with his 6'8" Uncle Ben. He needs to slow down and sip his drinks. Seriously. Silly youngin'!
Disclaimer:
Okay, I was going to post this without a disclaimer....but I started worrying...yeah I do that. PLEASE don't think I would ever give my dog alcohol! I think he had a piece of food stuck and he's fine now. The timing of it just cracked us up. Okay? Now I can stop worrying that you'll think I was allowing Chestnut to consume alcohol. Thanks.
3 comments:
Leo hopes he is feeling better (TJ and I do too!)
Awww, poor Nutters! Hope you all survived that experience! :) See you in a few weeks!
Two words...chocolate antelope.
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