Well, it takes a lot for me to get tummy aches. When mom and dad first got me they didn't want to crate me. So, they moved everything off of the floor in the kitchen (except my toys and bed), and put up a 5' board across it. Well, I didn't like being left, even if it was roomy. So, I (after many attempts) managed to hook my paws over the top, and jump right on over that board. I then proceeded to eat a bag of chip (BBQ), a bag of chocolate chips (mom was mad, she had to make cookies for work), a bowl of suckers (Halloween was in two days), mom's birth control pills, mom's thyroid medecine, and...a beer can (mom called me a goat). This did give me a tummy ache...I puked ALL night. But, I think I now have a very strong stomach from this incident. But, I now go to the crate, I kinda like it better, it has all my comfy pillows, and is hidden in a corner so I feel safe. But, some bacon sure ain't gonna hurt this beagle goat.
Madeleine on Nov 26 at 10:20 AM