The Dog and the Tampax

A potentially gross posting so please don't read if you are faint at heart...

In less than 48 hours of Charlotte being back home, we have already had a digesting fiasco that resulted in me and Pocket nearly pulling our hair out one follicle at a time. Apparently, her and Luna got into the bathroom garbage bin, yes the bin that has a lid and you have to step on the lever to open it. How they were able to figure out how to open it is beyond me. And then they chewed up and ate tampons. It took us about 5 minutes before we knew what was up.

Now mind you, this is NOT the first time this has happened. Not even the SECOND time this has happened. but, the THIRD time. We quickly administered the hydrogen peroxide and charlotte threw up her dinner and the Tampax within minutes. Luna,that we now affectionately call "Stomach of Steel," sat around with her tail between her legs and refused to throw up. We would stare and stare at her and she just looked back at us like "What. bring it on. I can play this no vomit game for hours." I'm nervous that she will obstruct but what can we do now but watch and wait?

Again, the Pocket and myself are on poop patrol...sick. seriously, sick.