So...it's a year to the day when we lost our Ruby, the tiny Chihuahua who totally changed our lives (and our opinion on small dogs).
To mark the occasion, and to make sure that we always remember the crazy shit she did, we've created a new family tradition - Chocolate Orange day, in honour of said crazy shit. Yes, one day we came home to find that our bigger dog (at the time) had got a Chocolate Orange down from a shelf but decided that he didn't like it. The alternate version, which is actually more plausible, is that she wouldn't let him have it. End result was the same - she ate it.
The. Whole. Damn. Thing.
By the time we came home, she looked like she'd swallowed it whole - massive spherical bulge right where her stomach was. Cue a very ashamed, very expensive trip to the vet.
Anyway, here's to you, Rube - the biggest little dog we've ever met.
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May I be the first to wish you... Happy Chocolate Orange Day.
Can't believe that was a year ago.
My wife is going out tonight and I too have a chocolate orange I haven't eaten from Christmas. After reading this me and the boys shall devour it this evening in Ruby's honour.
Have a good evening filled with lots of cool memories mate.
"Dogs Trust estimates that 50g of plain chocolate could be enough to kill a small dog, such as a Yorkshire Terrier, whilst just 400g could be enough to kill an average size dog, so we urge people to make sure they keep treats well out of the reach of pesky paws and make sure children don't share their Easter eggs with their furry friends".
Reminds me of when a border collie pup of ours ate a packet of loose tea & was totally wired for days.
Or the time he drank most of a bottle of cooking oil & rolled in the rest (think baby seal in tanker disaster).
Or when he ate a pair of my mother's tight's. That was an interesting extraction over what felt like days
Dammit, I miss him still...