Scary

Usually when we get home and open the door to the house we are greeted by two very eager to say hello doggies.  If one of those doggies (i.e. Elle) doesn't run up to us immediately, that's usually a good sign that she's gotten into something that she wasn't supposed to.  So last night when we returned from our yoga class, this was just the case.  She and Parker both hung back a little, which prompted me to peek around the kitchen to try and figure out what kind of snack they had made for themselves.  Usually it's something not so bad, but to my horror, I peeked around the kitchen table and saw a pile of grape vines.  For those of you who are not dog people, grapes are HORRIBLE for dogs.  They, and raisins, can cause renal failure in dogs.  Somehow, Miss Elle had leveraged herself far enough onto the counter top, to tip over the basket of grapes so that they came spilling to the floor.  She knew that she had done something bad, as did Parker, because when I gasped, they both promptly ran into their crates and would not come out.  Needless to say, Jason and I were so worried about them that we couldn't even get mad.  We watched them through the night and so far, it seems like no damage was done internally, but mom and dad may have aged a few years in the process.  Perhaps it's just practice for the many near heart attacks that our little boy has in store for us......though hopefully he's a perfect angel like his mama ;-)