ROCKNE NOOOOO!!!!

11-30-11

Well, Ellie, this post is not about you, but it was such an insane day that I decided that it needed to be documented.  Your brother Rockne had one of his what we've come to call "Marley days."  He just couldn't keep out of trouble today!

It started when I was trying to change the sheets in the guest bedroom...Marley, er, I mean Rockne randomly decided that it was okay for him to jump up on the bed and make himself comfortable.  Shocked, I yelled, "Rockne no!" grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down.  A minute later he was up again and I repeated the process...two more times.  Finally I shoved him out of the room and closed the door to finish the job.

When I was done, I opened the door and walked into the living room.  Immediately I noticed something red in Rockne's mouth.  Upon closer examination I realized that it was one of your socks.  I yelled, "Rockne no!  Leave it!"  And retrieved the once clean sock from his mouth and placed it in your dirty clothes basket.  I no sooner walked out of your room when I saw your other red sock...yes...hanging from his mouth.  "Rockne NO!  Leave it!"  Another once clean sock, now dirty and back into the laundry.  This is all normal for a dog, right?  Well, I went into the laundry room to switch loads and Rockne followed me in as usual.  I came out with a basket and I noticed that he was lingering in there.  I turned around to find your purple pair of clean socks hanging from his teeth.  "ROCKNE, NO!"  He dropped the socks and rolled over onto his back (I'm sorry Mama).

He retired to his usual perch in the family room and I continued doing the laundry.  I went into our closet to get the next load from the laundry basket.  I wasn't in there for more than four minutes.  I walked out carrying the laundry basket straight ahead of me so as not to crush you (you were in the Moby wrap attached to my front).  As I made my way back into the family room I glanced left and saw this: a candy dish sideways on the floor; the floor littered with Hershey kisses; Rockne in the middle of the Hershey kisses staring at me and licking his teeth.  My eyes turned into saucers.  "ROCKNE NOOOOO!!!!"  I dropped the laundry basket where I stood and ran to the dog.  He jumped up and started to run away, knowing he was in trouble.  He stopped on the kitchen floor and rolled onto his back.  I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him across the wood kitchen floor to the back door and shoved him outside.  Rockne had eaten over half of the newly opened bag of Hershey kisses - wrappers and all.

I immediately called the vet who told me to bring him in, so I did.  Upon arriving to the vet's office, Rockne was spazzing out in the front seat of the car.  I managed to get a hold of his leash before he leaped out.   I was able to make it into the atrium of the vet's office before Rockne, freaking out, managed to slide out of his collar.  I now had a heavy baby in a car seat in my right hand and a leash attached to a collar in the other, while my crazy dog was jumping up hysterically and scratching on the glass door of the vet's office.  What the heck was I supposed to do?  I HAD NO HANDS LEFT!  (Not to mention patience!)  Luckily the vet saw me struggling and came out to get Rockne...who managed to get out of the collar twice more to jump up on the other patient owners there (sorry about that!).

They ended up giving him some medication to force him to empty his stomach.  Apparently many of the Hershey kisses came back out STILL IN THE WRAPPER!  He stayed there for an extra hour to be watched to make sure that he was okay.  I had your dad pick him up; I was done dealing with him for the day!  Needless to say, I was glad the day was over.  Ellie, thank goodness you were calm through all of this; I think my sanity would have been put into question if I'd had to deal with a screaming baby AND your crazy brother.  Let's hope tomorrow brings less drama...sheesh!