This stupid dog is lucky I love her.

So this weekend, I was planning to let my girlfriend kidnap me to New York or possibly Syracuse. And in preparation for that, I was doing some laundry, and cleaning out the dog's crate, and I took the dog down to the basement with me because leaving her unsupervised in the house is a bad idea.

I was unaware that there was a box of rat poison in the corner of the basement. Until I heard the crunching as the dog ate it. I managed to pull a little of it OUT OF HER MOUTH, but she'd already eaten most of the box as far as I could tell. Cue panic and calling thatrainbow back from work and more panic.

The dog is fine, for the record. We got her to throw up, and took her to the vet, and we might be taking her back in a couple days, and she is not going to die. And the emergency vet visit was not as horribly expensive as we expected, and Ace is having the best day ever, if you ask her.

But I still haven't entirely stopped shaking, and I kind of hate myself for not watching her closely enough and/or making sure the basement was safe before I let her wander around, and everything hurts like I've been run over with a truck, and now instead of spending the weekend with my girlfriend I am staying home to supervise the dog and make sure she's not hemorrhaging to death internally. (...this is extremely unlikely and probably unnecessary and it's mostly for my own peace of mind, but I still really don't want to leave her alone.)

So yeah. This is not my best day ever. And I can't even be angry at the dog because I'm too busy clinging to her and trying not to cry. Rrrrrh.