Ocean Dreamer

I’ve been vegetarian for about ten years.  In that time, I only ate chicken on a trip to Italy, because I wasn’t sure what gluten free food I would find.  In all that time, I never had any craving for meat.  Not once.  Yet for the past week, ever since visiting my lovely locally-owned co-op grocery store, I have had an intense craving for the chicken dinner they were selling in their deli section.  After debating about it for most of the week and then getting my negative pregnancy results, I decided to go ahead and get it.  I needed some cheering up after the preggo results.  So yesterday afternoon I went out and treated myself.

After I ate it, I buried the bones in the kitchen trash (to keep them away from the pups) and headed out to meet my friend A for tea.  (Tea was lovely, by the way, and it was great to see her – and learn she’s thinking of becoming a history teacher!)  I returned home, was pretty exhausted, and went to sleep early.  I didn’t step foot in the kitchen.

This morning, I got up, let the dogs out and discovered they had left me a little surprise in the middle of the kitchen: the bag I had buried the chicken bones in.  And just the bag.  As for the bones, they now live inside my two sweet pups.  I called the vet and this afternoon took my girls in to get exams and X-Rays.  It turns out Miss Zoe ate most of the bones.  I am now quarantined in my house until further notice (minus school tomorrow when the girls will be at the vet) so I can observe them.  Apparently should they start vomiting, they need to get surgery *immediately.*  They seem to be doing okay for now, and I am crossing my fingers that everything comes out the other end okay.

So, let’s recap.  I had my chicken dinner.  And then, in response, I get two sick pups, a $500 vet bill, and am not allowed to leave the house.  Think someone is trying to tell me something?  I sure won’t be eating any more chicken anytime soon!

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