I haven’t much cared for the holiday for years, as it always represents family disfunction and stress. This Christmas started out okay - I actually had a few gifts ready. We went out to a dinner on Christmas eve at a friend’s house and when we came home, we found that the dogs had found and eaten over THREE POUNDS OF CHOCOLATE!!! We rushed them to the emergency vet hospital, where they stayed overnight to receive liquids and were made to vomit up any chocolate they still had in their stomach. I was a mess. My poor babies!!! We were there till 2:30AM.
Christmas morning was delayed, as we didn’t want to celebrate until we all were together again. We had a nice breakfast, however, and around 2pm the vet called and said they were stable and could come home.
So, mid afternoon, we were all reunited and had a very nice time opening our few gifts. We had a fantastic dinner, and I went out and gave some of our neighbors some hand carved gifts I had made.
The vet was expensive, yet I think I might have had one of the more meaningful Christmas days ever.
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