We travelled to Santa Fe last night for a little birthday party and somehow the dog was left in the van in the garage while we were away. Probably within seconds of understanding his fate, Harry got down to business and ate the entire bag of protein bars that E. keeps stocked in the car for people we see who look hungry. Chocolate peanut butter protein bars. Maybe five or six of them. When we found him, four hours later, he was having some major buyers remorse. I was certain we were on our way to the late night vet, but he seemed to feel better after a couple trips to the yard and few bowls of water. He's been hanging his head all day, ashamed by this foolish, regrettable binge. Or maybe he's looking for his next opportunity. . .
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