The Perfect Award for Me!

Well, my furiends know me better than I thought they did! I was given this award by Tank and Sadie. I guess you guys have figured out how important food is to me and I ain't talking about dog food! This is how the award works:

"When accepting this award, you must blog about the food you have stolen when your humans were not watching. If you have never stolen any food, you must have been a really good pup! You can accept this yummy tray of cookies as your reward! Next, add the logo of this award to your blog (optional), then nominate at least 5 other furry blogs and let them know by leaving a message on their blogs."

Well, I have stolen food but I am still accepting this tray of cookies!
Gosh! I don't know where to start. I'll give you a couple funny ones and then we can talk about something more serious.

My cousin, Kayla, was born the year before me so we sorta grew up together. When she was around 2, Grandma would give her Twizzlers and she would have one in each hand. Of course, she didn't really pay much attention to the candy and I would snatch a whole Twizzler every chance I got. I thought it was great! Kayla, however, was pretty upset by my thievery.

When my Dad started dating my Mom, he made it known he did not like "little" dogs. I was just a little offended by that, as you can imagine. So, he would come over, Momma would cook dinner, and they would eat in the living room using TV trays. Daddy likes to have bread and butter with dinner so imagine if you will....TV tray with a plate of food, 2 slices of bread and butter on the tray next to the plate, and me watching and waiting. As soon as they were not paying attention I would reach up there and snatch one of those slices of bread and run off with it. By the time they realized it and grabbed me I had snarfed it down. Hehehe! That's what you get for not liking little dogs, Mister!

Almost 2 years ago, I had gotten into the trash and chewed up some papertowels that had bacon grease on them. As you would expect, I got into some trouble. Later that day, Mom looked over at me; I didn't look too good and she asked if I felt ok. My reply was projectile vomiting. She thought it was just the papertowels coming back up. I started on a downward spiral at that point. Over the next 2 days, I became lethargic, refused food and treats, and finally, wouldn't even get up when they came home from work. Mom had called Aunt Shannon over to look at me and she thought I might have the flu but when I started refusing all yummies and didn't even care when they came home from work Mom knew something wasn't right.

Off we went to the V.E.T. and they said they would keep me overnight, give me fluids, and something for an upset tummy. The V.E.T. called Momma at work the next day and said I wasn't any better and she wanted to do an X-Ray to see if I had an obstruction (thinking I may have eaten something else out of the trash). That test revealed I defniately had an obstruction as nothing was passing from my tummy to my small intestine. So, the next call Mom got was telling her I had to have surgery right away.

Less than an hour later, Mom got another call telling her I had one of the worst cases of pancreatisis she had ever seen. My pancreas was so enlarged it was blocking off my stomach from emptying. All they could do was give me some medications and keep me on IV fluids and wait and see what happens. Well, I spent about a week in the hospital but Mom and Dad came to see me every day. I think they got special treatment cause Aunt Shannon works there! The first several days I still didn't even get up or lift my head when they came to visit. As I started to feel better it was hard for me to let Mom and Dad leave me. I cried a lot and I think it broke their hearts. The V.E.T. said I couldn't go home until I ate something and pooped for them. Let me tell you, they tried to feed me everything but I wouldn't eat it. Not canned dog food or even canned cat food. They asked Mom to bring some things from home (people food) as long as it wasn't greasy. She brought some scrambled eggs, boiled chicken, and roast beef. As soon as she took the lid off those eggs I went after it. Mmmmmm, they were so good after not eating for a week.

Momma got to take me home that day! When the V.E.T. gave her the bill, she said, "I'm scared to look at this." The reply was, "You are getting to take Twix home with you, I thought you were gonna get this bill and not get to take her home." Momma knew I was pretty sick but she didn't realize the V.E.T. thought I would not get to go home. It took me quite a while to get back to normal and start eating again.

I know this is a long story but I have been wanting to post about this and thought this was the perfect opportunity. Anything greasy can cause a dog to get sick like this so please be careful what your babies can get into or what table scraps you give them (if any).

I would like to pass this award on to:

Mochi, The AO4, Bijou, Baxter, and Sedona.
I know you guys will have some great stories!

Note from Mom: As I began working on this post, Twix started acting strange. Shivering but not from being cold (more like being in pain), very warm to the touch, and diahrrea. We took her over to Aunt Shannon's to take a look at her. Her temp is up a bit but nothing serious. Shannon gave her some medication to help with her tummy and told us to watch her tonight and let her know how things are in the morning. Since we have been home (about 20 minutes) she has thrown up. Some of these symptoms are very similar to the pancreatitis she had before. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers. We are hoping and praying she is much better tomorrow and that she isn't getting real sick again.