Yesterday C. was at the Masters so Vivi and I spent the morning at home lounging around (and the afternoon shopping, but I digress).
She was right under me the entire morning, no matter what I was doing. However, around 11 I realized she wasn’t at my feet. I went to the front door and there laying on the rug was Vivi chewing on one of my prescription medicine bottles….and she had broken the childproof seal and there were PILLS EVERYWHERE.
I have three prescriptions right now–two very strong pain killers and a strong antibiotic. I had no idea what the bottle was (she had chewed the label off) or how many she had eaten.
I freaked the ‘f out.
I started scooping the pills up and I noticed on the side of one it said “Levaquin”–thank God, at least it was the antibiotic. Then I counted the leftover pills and figured out she had not eaten any (I kept going over it and over it in my head just to be sure). My hands were shaking.
I mean, what if she had eaten even a few of my 410mg Fioricet? We probably wouldn’t have made it to the vet in time. I started crying and couldn’t stop. I really don’t know what I’d do without my little puppy. And I couldn’t call C. because the Masters won’t let you have cell phones at the tournament. So, in my pajamas, we went to my parents’ house where I cried some more and kept an eagle eye on Vivi to make sure that in the off chance she even licked any of my pills that she was okay.
I so would not win the Mother of the Year award, that’s for sure.
My baby girl, apparently fine because as soon as I took this picture she attacked poor Roxie.