Once when I was halfway through my first decade, I had an opportunity to eat as much candy as I could. It made me extremely ill.
So I very much empathize with Mister Merlin, who stole a bag of candy (sugar and corn syrup, no xylitol) that I forgot to put out of reach when I left the house today. Merlin is one sad little puppy, although after his most recent trip outside he came up to sleep on the bed instead of returning to his under-bed cave, so he might be past the worst of it.
We’re watching all the usual–he’s not panting, his gums are pink, his capillary refill time good, he’s drinking lots of water. He’s going to be okay. But mostly, I screwed up and the poor fella is suffering for it. I feel so guilty… but all we can do is wait for it to pass. I’m sorry, buddy. It’s my fault.
[Image Description: Merlin, in a cheerier moment from earlier this week, lays happily panting on the kitchen floor after returning from Helping to Feed the Big Doggies.]
His back started bumping my foot and I thought, "oh, no, he's panting!"
He was running in his sleep :D