There are alot of perks to dog ownership. One of them isn’t getting a phone call at nine in the morning that about a pup that managed to sneak away and turn an inhaler to little bits. The good news is that after a trip to the vet and getting meds to make him blow chunks, Winston doesn’t seem to be any the worse for wear. I had really thought that at two he was basically over the whole chewing whatever happend to be close to the ground thing. Apparently, not so much. Unfortunately, that means it’s back to watching him like a hawk any time he tries to leave the room. Hopefully tomorrow will be slightly less eventful.