The big, bad bag adventure

On the 13th, Molly had a graduation/birthday party. Sara and Kricket were there, as well as many other human friends. Archie and his raisers came by, and Archie went crazy, launching himself at Molly & hope. Other than at puppy classes he really hasn't seen any other dogs, which means the only breeds he's seen are lab, goldens, and shepherds. He did settle after a while, and I was working him, while someone else walked Kirby.(proud to say, he behaved himself) We had such a good time, it was almost a read letter day.

When we got home, I noticed dog slobber covered me from just above my waist to around my knees. Since I had to go to the bathroom & change my cloths I called "can someone keep an eye on Kirby?" and ran off. When I came back, he was licking his lips and looking very pleased with himself. I had a bad feeling so I checked my jacket pockets (which had dog treats in them) no hot dog. No bag. Uh-oh. I called Marki, an upstate guide dog person who owns Kirby's mom, to ask what I should do. Wait! My mom called because I was to worried. She said although she thought it would pass, we should make him throw it up for safety. We had to go to the store, buy some hydrogen peroxide, make Kirby drink a quarter of a cup of it, and watch him like a ticking time bomb. It came up, thank god. I called Marki and told her it came up and thanked her for her help. Some if it did come out in his poop the today, so I guess were all done with that sandwich bag.