Miracle Pup

Frankie is a miracle pup. After a forty-eight-hour stint in the veterinary ER, our little pug is home! On Saturday night, after the kids were asleep, I walked downstairs to find Frank in a state too horrific to describe here. I rushed him up to South Deerfield for treatment while Gina searched the house for clues. The staff there was amazing—and quick. We deduced that he had somehow, someway gotten a hold of a dietary supplement that contained Xylitol. And he had twice the lethal dosage for a dog his size. The prognosis wasn't great, and I feared the worst. Sunday morning brought promising news. Sunday afternoon brought better news. Tonight brought the best news—a clean bill of health and a new leash on life for Frank. (See what I did there? Leash on life...) We've only had this guy for three months and we want to have him around for many years ahead!