Thursday, February 22, 2007

Meanwhile, Back at the Lab

This week's regional paper had an article describing the activities of a local Lab mix, Cyrus:

    Left home alone, he leapt onto the stovetop where the brownies were sitting, and sparked an unlikely chain of events.

    Cyrus somehow managed to turn on the burners of the gas stove, which ignited the wax paper covering the metal tray of brownies...
There's more on his exciting misadventure here. Now I see why Labs are tremendously popular-- they make for so many great stories. Like witnessing a freeway pileup in slow-motion.

P.S. On the brownies-will-kill-your-dog front, a while back a friend's Lab ate five pounds of Christmas fudge (what a great story) and was raced to the vet. The vet said baking chocolate is a disaster for dogs, but the toxicity of fudge, brownies, and even milk chocolate is much more diluted. Here's more info.


Gus said...

Muzzer does not let me have Chocolate! She says it is not good for me, but I know it is because she doesn't want to share. I think the chocolate stories are all so much dog poop made up by muzzers who want all the chocolate for themselves.

Gussie, in alt

Tin Tin Blogdog said...

Chocolate. Hmmmm.

Nothing compares to marrow bone.

I feel a Sinead O'Connor rendition coming on.

Chow for now,

Tin Tin xo

Pappy's Fella said...

Funny you should mention dog poop, that's one of the symptoms! Dogs don't buy chocolate, they rent it.

Pappy's pretty fond of peanut butter, but that may not be as lyrical.

Scrappy said...

YIKES!!! Mom feels grateful now that I cannot even jump up onto the bed.

Tail wags

Charlie Kelley-Church said...

Happy Birthday early Pappy! Wasn't sure I'd get to blog again on your birthday. I have never had chocolate (mom and dad won't let me) but I bet I'd like it if I ever did get some.


Ferndoggle said...

Sherman & Penny ate 2 dozen chocolate chip cookies my Mom had baked for my birthday one year. All it did was give them major, um..."digestive issues".


Pappy's Fella said...

Never say cannot... it's time to go into training for the bed high jump.

Thanks for the good wishes. We've got some shopping to do.

Glad for your happy "outcome".