Scurry

For some reason no one's alarm clocks went off; we woke at 7:30 (an hour past the usual time). Sarcasm Girl thoughtfully reduced the chaos by being sick and going back to bed. Spouse decided he couldn't do his usual Friday allergy shot, which meant that when Avocado ran out the door without a vital piece of her homework, came back for it, then got caught in the Muni No-Bus Death Spiral, the car was here and I was able to drive her to school. By the time I got home Spouse was gone, SG was conked out upstairs, and the dog (fed before I left) was dozing in the sun. Meanwhile, I had washed all the dishes left over from last night (SG was on deck, but had fallen into homework and bed) and I still have to redo all the baked goods from last week. (Remade the caramel fudge yesterday, so that's all taken care of.) The brownies are in the oven; the banana bread is being readed; cookies later in the day. Somewhere in there I will feed klages's cats, hit the market, and then pick Avocado up from her post-season softball game and take her to Scouts. Still haven't sewn the patches on her new Scouts vest, but she'll just have to cope. I can't do everything.

Note to Fun: Please Stop

Alas, poor Emily. I spent all day making cookies, brownies, banana bread and fudge, all individually wrapped and ready to be taken to the bake sale tomorrow. It never ocurred to me that this would present an o'erweening temptation to the Dog, but when I went off to grab YG and take her to Scouts, Emily got into the brownies. She ate, as near as I can tell, 13 triple chocolate chip brownies.

Chocolate, as you may know, is bad for dogs. Really bad.

Sarcasm Girl called my cell, and rather than go off to Scout, YG and I returned home. En route I had a long talk with the vet, who said 1) that milk chocolate (the largest part of the chocolate in the brownie mix) is the least toxic; that 2) it's probably going to be okay, but 3) that getting her to throw up would be a good thing. So I force-fed the poor dog peroxide, took her for a walk, and Hey Presto, chocolate flowed like a river. She is now padding about looking a little bewildered. YG and I are staying home to keep an eye on the dog and watch for tremors, which seems to be the thing to watch out for (they presage seizures, which are not fun).

Sarcasm Girl has the SAT Subject Tests tomorrow. I have to take what's left of the bake sale goodies to the sale in the morning, right after I take Spouse to the airport for a one day business trip. The dog is looking...there's no other term for it...hang dog. But she puked, so all should be well.

ETA: She had a quiet night (a little uncharacteristic drooling, but that's it) and ate her usual enormous breakfast. She is once again dozing in the sunlight, waiting to go to the park. A live doggie is a good thing.