Damn dog

This evening Mr. Tonks went to the grocery store, picked-up a few staples, ran to the gas station, went inside briefly and then came home. The dog went with him because she loves to ride in the car.

While Mr. Tonks was in the gas station (for all of two or three minutes) our little (10 lbs., max) freak of nature dog consumed half a loaf 0f bread*.

She's now lying on the floor, bloated and looking totally miserable.

Damn dog.

*I presume she also consumed some of the plastic bag that the bread was in. We can only cross our fingers and hope she doesn't die or need surgery.