So the good news is I got to spend oh-so-much time with the beautiful Matt who was kind enough to bring over his lactose-toleration pills. And it was a brand new bottle, still in the cardboard box. And, because Matt is such a good friend of mine he left this bottle in his messenger bag right on the floor. I know I don't need to tell you what happened. But I will anyway. I nicked the whole thing, box, bottle pills and all and raced down to the backyard to get to work right away on the whole thing. I am not a one for procrastination! Well!
That Person went down to the yard later and found the empty, crunched-up bottle. Then
She found the shredded bits of cardboard box. You could just see the wheels turning--and that's what
She's got up there, wheels, I'm sure--and the look on
Her face. Oh it was a rare moment for this writer.
She didn't even bother to look around the yard for further evidence, but came right upstairs and called up the vet.
When the vet receptionist picked up,
That Person says--get this--"Is there a dog heaven where dogs go when they die?"
There was this
long silence on the other end of the line. The poor receptionist finally said, "Huh?" That Person was laughing into her shirt. So they went to get the vet who, believe you me, does not want to see this Airedale in the office again. The vet said it's probably just fine.
That Person said she'd have to make a point of putting the more toxic medicine's on a lower shelf. The receptionist didn't even notice.
That Person thinks she is just so damned funny.
Truth be told, I didn't eat any of those old pills. They were nasty, and this from one who will eat
anything. The box was pretty good, though.
