Picture me eating supper on the couch, my plate of food resting on my lap. Now picture me phoning my friend to check and see if she was ok after a tough day at work. Got that? Ok. Now, picture this same scene after my dog has jumped up to sit with me on the couch. Except he's not sitting on the couch. He's sitting on my plate. My plate of food. Knee deep in mushroom salad and salmon.
He was swiftly removed. And I ate the food anyways. I was hungry and it was really good food. I really like to eat. Nothing can ruin my meal. Not even paw prints.
My dog just swallowed an entire raw hide strip whole. It's going to be a fun night.