Mom took me up to her parent’s house in Los Alamos, NM for Thanksgiving. All of mom’s family was there. Only her dad liked me. Everyone esle said that I had too much energy. I was a puppy and just liked to play all of the time.

Mom made 48 yeast rolls and set them atop of the stove to rise. The rolls rising smelled so good that I just could not resist standing on my hind legs and picking off the rolls one by one. I ate 21 before my cousin Nicole spotted me. Nicole told my mom and she ran in to the kitchen. She was very unhappy and yelled at me and put me in my kennel. I cried.

Everyone was unhappy that i ate almost have of the rolls. Then someone said that they thought raw dough was bad for dogs to eat. Mom got online and did some research. Sure enough, yeast is toxic to dogs. She called around to vets in Los Alamos and left messages asking what she should do. No one was working since it was a holiday.

Mom and the rest of the family left me in my cage and went off to my Aunt Rhonda’s house to eat dinner. Grandma’s dog, a spaniel named Sami, stayed right outside my cage and howled when everyone left. I howled and barked along with her. Mom was gone forever.

Eventually, Mom came back alone and let me out. She looked worried and got more worried as she saw me staggering around. The yeast had turned into alcohol in my stomach and I was very drunk and goofy.

Mom looked outside in the twilight and saw all of the snow coming down. She said we might have to go down to Santa Fe or back home to Albuquerque to find an emergency animal clinic. She called to a clinic in Santa Fe and they suggested that we come in right away and to bring lots of money. Right before we left the house, one of the vets in Los Alamos returned her call about me. The vet asked a lot of questions and told mom that it was too late to do anything and to just let the dough pass. She told my mom what signs to watch out for and if anything did get worse, then she would operate on me.

Mom hung up the phone and couldn’t figure out what to do about me. I stumbled over to her and put my head in her lap. Just then her family came home and said that the roads were very slick and that we should be driving. Mom looked at me and said that she was taking me down to Santa Fe to the emergency clinic. Just then the other vet from Los Alamos called back and asked mom alot of questions. This vet told her the same thing as the other vet, that danger point was passed and we should just let the dough pass.

My stomach got big and I did not feel so good. I went into my kennel and fell asleep.

We went home to Albuquerque the next day. No one wanted us to stay there because I was too much trouble. They told us that we were banished from the house and were not allowed back for Christmas. Mom was unhappy to have to leave. I was unhappy, too. It was so much fun to play with Sami and lick everyone and run around.

We got home late in the day. I was still woozy and started coughing. I coughed and coughed into the night. I just laid out on the couch being miserable. Mom got up in the middle of the night and she was very worried. She checked online again and was afraid that the yeast was turning my stomach inside out. She was very scared and bundled me into the truck and off to the emergency vet clinic.

They were so nice to me at the clinic. They took me to the back and checked me out. Then we came back to the room my was waiting in and started disinfecting it. They told her that I had kennel cough and it had progressed to bacterial pneumonia. They gave my mom medication for me to take. My mom was very relieved that I was not deathly ill from the yeast rolls.

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