Pictured here is Alamo, Tux, and Cocoa.  They have been clients of mine for years.  I came across this in my Timehop on Facebook from three years ago.  This is one of those stories which is funny now but was absolutely HORRIFYING at the time.  My client’s mother-in-law I believe had passed away but they had her old meds still hanging around.  So I was making my rounds and I discovered all these chewed open pill bottles — EVERYWHERE.  I completely freaked.  Oddly enough, first I worried about the plastic.  So I went and got them all white bread (which they thought was a treat) to coat their stomachs with since I had no way of knowing who had ingested how much and of what.  Next I lined them all up and DEMANDED to know WHO had done this!  If you’ll note, Alamo (on the far left) looks guilty and Cocoa (far right) wouldn’t meet my eyes.  Well she was a rescue, poor thing, and the sweetest doggie in the world — as Pitbulls often are despite what people have done to them.  So who does that leave?  Look at Tux in the center looking all unrepentant.  Sure enough, he was the culprit.  Fortunately, he was not hurt by the THIRY some odd prescription bottles he’d managed to open.  I swear I turned grey that night.  I prayed and prayed they would all be OK.  I tried to give them a doggie sobriety test (they’ve never looked at me the same since then) and I stayed over later to make sure no one vomited.  WHAT a scare!  American reporter and humorist Franklin P. Jones once said, “Scratch a dog and you’ll find a permanent job.”  And so it goes.  Tuxedo got showered with freaked out love and attention … and lots and lots of scratches.  Alamo and Cocoa justifiably demanded the same.  My job as a petsitter is to give as many scratches and as much love as I possibly can.  Fortunately, I am happy to take on the task.