Brief synopsis:
- Left Pooka out of crate this afternoon
- Was optimistic
- Came home to dog sitting quietly on couch
- Petted dog, good dog!
- Looked at kitchen
- Noticed trash all over kitchen
- Noticed treats (rawhide, bully sticks) in Pooka's mouth as she trotted them out to show me
- Noticed half-empty giant box of milk bones
- Took dog for a walk
- Dog pooped. Mush.
- Returned to house, noticed giant pile of poop on floor
- Picked up kitchen disaster
- Cleaned up poop pile
- Glowered at Pooka
- Pooka slunk into bedroom, lay in her bed
- Ate on couch
- Pooka slunk out to join me
- Suffered greatly, because whatever Pooka ate, between the trash and the milkbones, is now causing great amounts of noxious fumes to seep out of Pooka into the atmosphere
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