So here’s a quasi-food related story for you to brighten your Monday. I was reading a post by Tina at Carrots ‘N Cake and it reminded me of something that Wiggy pulled recently.
When I went to New York for the New York City Wine & Food Festival, I decided that I needed to stop at Jacques Torres Chocolates for some treats for gift giving. Now, imo, Jacques Torres chocolate trumps most others and his wicked hot chocolate is legendary. I decided to pick out a nicely sized box filled with some gourmet goodies – we’re talking chocolate with ancho chilies, red wine, raspberry and lemon cream, etc. etc. etc. – basically really good stuff. Upon returning home from NYC, I put it safely away on a small bookshelf in my room next to my chaise lounge, far from paw’s reach.
With the craziness of my schedule with work, travel and other commitments, Wiggy has become quite the terror. In his world, my time home is his time, period, and god forbid I leave the house or even sleep without his permission. When he’s mad – he destroys. One evening, Wiggy and I were curled up on the couch watching an episode of NCIS. As Wiggy was snoring , I didn’t see the harm in taking a few minutes to “rest my eyes.” Clearly, I must have napped too long and when I woke up, Wiggy was nowhere to be found. Shortly after that, Wiggy (and his arch nemesis/ally – the Cat) came wandering out the bedroom like everything was hunky-doory. I should have known then that they were up to something but, as I was too exhausted, I just scooped him up and went to bed.
The next morning, the pug pulled his sleeping beauty routine which forced me to coax him out of a deep slumber with promises of treats. No pug can resist treats, right? As he was trotting around the room while getting ready for his walk, Wiggy brought me over to his little hoarding spot to show me what he got into the night prior (my pug must be Catholic – he confesses EVERYTHING!). Well, I’m expecting him to have stolen yet another lip-gloss or something out of the purse when I spy a familiar orange ribbon and the edge of a box. I immediately hit into panic mode, realizing that not only did the pug get the chocolates from the bookshelf, but he opened the packaging and there were chocolates missing! (Also, interestingly enough – the bow was still perfectly tied and didn’t look like it had been disturbed much – so he’s not only a stealthy thief but a neat thief).
I counted the chocolates and realized that there were two that have been scarfed down by Mr. Greedy – specifically the ones with Ancho Chilies. I quickly flipped into panic mode, swiftly dialing the vet’s office only to be told that they couldn’t talk to me until I got a case number from Poison Control. I called Poison Control only to be told that I had to pay them first before they would even speak to me. After the whole Sergeant’s drama, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to deal with red tape and idiots so I quickly called Meowmix for advice. Being that she rescues Rottweilers and is the most informed dog expert I know, she immediately talked me off the ledge. After inquiring about the contraband, namely was it real chocolate or “M&M quasi chocolate,” I told her that this was super high quality mostly dark chocolate and he had scarfed the two pieces the night before. She told me to watch him for a day and see how he was, all the while I could tell she was trying so hard not to laugh at my pug parent panic attack.
The long and the short of it was that Wiggs is fine, but he had an upset tummy for a day or so. Of course, he “needed” extra attention and has learned how to fake the “Iz Sick” to get the extra belly rubs, ear scratches and treats. Of course, during his check-up, his new vet assured me that Wiggy is perfectly healthy and that these things happen.
I still have this mental picture of him climbing on the chaise lounge only to stand on his little toes to knock the chocolate box off of the bookshelf and, somehow, I think the cat was supervising. It’s like Garfield and Odie, these two. Another thing I find amazing is that the pug actually located the two chocolates with ancho chilies which were, imo, the best ones. Clearly, he’s not only got a death wish but a gourmet one at that.
From now on, all good chocolate is now on top of the fridge. Let’s just hope that the cat and dog don’t form an alliance and get to those next!