Sick as a dog

One bored airedale + two dog parents busy watching a movie on TV + one new loaf of bread + a tricky set of bread drawer safeguards that would have confounded Houdini but posed not a moment’s problem to a bored airedale + a 10 hour stretch of time = one early morning emergency vet visit, one prescription for Flagyl, and one very repentant little airedale.

Finding out it wasn’t bloat? Priceless.

May I just add, however, that I have never had a cat do this?

Dinah: (Mom, why won’t he play today?)
Crispin: (If anybody wants me I’ll be in my crate. Don’t bother calling me for dinner.)