HAYYYYY!! OK ........ Another Roscoe adventure, or the case of the over protective owner. You decide. Last Wednesday night, Roscoe swallowed some piece of plastic that I am almost certain he picked up from outside.

I had just brought him in from our nightly walk, and went to laundry room. I knew he was behind me, and then heard him go up the steps. Next thing I knew, he was throwing up yellow bile. This was followed by a few more spit ups, one of which contained the piece of plastic. I checked all his toys, but nothing was missing. Most of his toys are usually just the husk of some stuffed dog toy. By the first day, I generally have to remove all the stuffing since he chewed into the head, feet and stomachs of these poor animals. Do you know how weird it is to constantly see a stuffed pig with only eye, and you know they are thinking, "you let him do this to me!" For the rest of the night, he just laid beside me .. but I would be too, after throwing up six or seven times.

When I came home for lunch the next day, he acted better, but still sluggish. He did not want to play with Mr. Rabbit or the Kong ball, just lay around and watch Daddy eat lunch. Now I knew this was not like Roscoe, so I began to worry. Back at work, I mentioned his behavior to a co-worker, who stated, "its better to be safe than sorry," so I called the vet.

We drive up up the vet and he is already excited! Can't wait to get inside, can't wait to be fawned over by the vet assistants. This was not the same dog four hours ago! "Oh, Roscoe aren't you so handsome, .... aren't you so cute ... come and look at this little pug." Of course, I barely get a hello, while Roscoe works the runway down to his examining room, tail just a waggin. I know he's thinking, "Who me? ... I'm cute? ... I try to be modest." Now I want to throw up!

Once we get into the examining room and the vet comes in, I begin telling her why we are supposed to be needing medical attention. Meanwhile, Roscoe is just licking the vet's hand and face, tail a waggin! She checks his mouth, temperature, and belly .. but finds nothing wrong, only that Roscoe needs to lose a few pounds.

Loose a few pounds?? I'm thinking, "lady look here, my dog only eats dog food 99% of the time, goes for lengthy walks every evening, his food is measured out, etc. Who are you to judge? When was last time you look at yourself in the mirror naked?" But I kept these thoughts to myself.

End result ........ an over protective parent paying a $106.00 vet bill!

Meanwhile. back at the Hall of Justice ........