Since I haven't blogged in months, I have a bunch of stories saved up
about ridiculous things that happened to me.
Like in September, when my sister and I had tickets to see
the one and only Carrie Underwood, live and in concert.
She's only our greatest idol, role model, and most favorite singer on the face of the planet.
To say we were excited to go is the biggest understatement of the century.
An hour before we were supposed to leave for the concert, I came home early from work.
I wanted to spent some extra time with Finn, since Crisp was away on business.
While I would be singin' my country heart out along with Carrie,
Finnie would be stuck at home in his dog crate.
One of Finn's favorite toys is an empty Powerade bottle.
I know -- I give my dog some high-class toys.
Something about the completely too-loud and obnoxious noise
that the empty bottle makes as it bounces across the hardwood floor
makes Finn the happiest dog ever.
(And makes me the least-annoyed dog owner ever. Not.)
Alas, since he was going to spend the evening alone,
I thought I'd let Finn bounce around the house with a newly-emptied Powerade bottle.
I retrieved it from the reycling bin, removed the label, and then tried my darndest
to get the cap and plastic ring off the mouth of the bottle.
I always removed these before giving them to Finn, solely as a precautionary measure.
Crisp had given Finn dozens of Powerade bottles with the cap AND the ring still on,
and good ol' Finnie had never eaten either one.
Finn started jumping around the house, and I decided to wash some dishes.
Right when I was finishing up with the small sinkload of plates,
I heard a violent COUGH from the living room.
Peering around the corner, I see Finn standing next to a flattened, crunched,
CAP-LESS Powerade bottle.
And next to the Powerade bottle on the floor was the little black ring from the mouth of the bottle.
The bottle cap was no where in sight.
Panic time.
I ran into the living room.
"Where is the bottle cap, Finn?" I asked him.
Cough.
"OH MY GOSH. YOU ATE THE BOTTLECAP."
Finn looked up at me.
At this point, I was supposed to leave for the concert in about 30 minutes.
I looked at Finn. Finn looked at me.
"Please tell me you didn't eat the bottle cap," I begged my 10-month-old dog.
Finn continued to look at me, as if to say "Of course I can't tell you that. I'm a dog."
In disbelief, I started overturning coffee tables, throw pillows, shoes on the floor.
I was determined to find the bottlecap before I dissolved into more panic.
Finn coughed again.
"Oh my gosh. Please. Please tell me you didn't eat it."
I looked at the clock. I needed to leave in 25 minutes.
I looked at Finn, and then at the Powerade bottle.
I considered the size of the bottle cap and whether it would be possible
--or safe--
for my dog to "pass" the bottlecap naturally.
It's a huge bottlecap.
I decided that sucker would need to be surgically removed.
I think of my concert tickets.
"FINN!" I yell, completely exasperated.
Severe panic is ensuing, so I did the only thing I could think to do.
I called Crisp.
He was at LAX airport awaiting his flight back to Boston,
so he was definitely the best person to help me at that moment.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hi, how are you? Finn ate a Powerade bottlecap and I need to leave in 21 minutes."
"What?!"
"I know, I know, I shouldn't have let him have it, but I am not going to be home tonight.
He doesn't have any toys; he needed to play. I was doing dishes! I only looked away for one second!"
Crisp didn't even know what to say.
Defeated, I lean back on the couch, silence on the phone.
I pushed the ottoman away from me with my feet.
And from underneath the ottoman appears...
the bottlecap.
"Cris..." I say with a smile.
"Nevermind. Have a great flight home."
Look how pleased he was!
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