Going into the house and finding piles and piles of black, smelly vomit. Yes, either the puppy I'm watching ate a poop and decided it didn't agree with her (shocker!) or she somehow got herself a chocolate flavored Powerbar or two. I found an empty wrapper on the floor, but that doesn't mean that she ate it.. could have just been an empty wrapper in Paul's gym bag. Clean up the puke, call the vet to find out how likely it is that the dog is going to die. She (the puppy) is just sort of laying on the ground, but doesn't appear to be in any actual distress at the moment. Vet sounds a little concerned, and we set up an appointment for later this afternoon. If the puppy is not more puppy-ish by then, I'll bring her in. Oh, and could I dig back through the garbage to get a sample of the puke? Sure! Why not!?!

An hour or two later, and the puppy is up and wagging, so maybe I won't need to bring her to the vet. Hope not, anyway. I think you can pull the ol' switcharoo with goldfish when they die, but not so likely with a puppy.