What comes with Easter? Candy and bunnies right? Well, not quite in the Bailey household. Candy yes (bunnies wonder in and out of our yard year round) and one sick puppy dog. If you recall, last year Lava ate a LOT of Easter candy while we were out. So much so we ended up taking her to the emergency vet clinic in Boulder. Not so much fun. This year, I kept the candy behind closed doors upstairs where puppy noses don’t venture.

Last night Noah and I went to another couple’s house for dinner. When we came home, Lava had once again gotten into the Easter candy. How you might ask? As it turns out, Noah went into the office (the room that held the stash) before we left to look up the address for the house we were headed to. Before we left Noah someone forgot to close said door. Oops. Our little white find had gorged herself mainly on Reeses Peanut Butter Cups and a couple small packages Skittles. Thankfully our friend Bernadette had educated us on how to make a dog barf. Lovely. Since I can’t stand barf and basically this was all Noah’s fault, he got to do the honors while I laid on the love seat with a book in hand.

So, now that the puking puppy has returned I can wish everyone an early Happy Easter!