August 14th 2011 7:47 pm
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The family left this weekend to witness the marital vows of Cousin Three with the Man of her dreams. Sophie and I were NOT invited. We were banished to the kennel, as I do enjoy redecorating the house when I realize that the family has left with suitcases. I am fine when they leave for normal events, but something about suitcases brings out Interior Design Pennie. Unfortunately, Mom has been most unappreciative of my latest endeavors, such as attempting to remove the dreadfully ugly carpet from her bedroom.
The website of the Motel at which the family was staying clearly stated that dogs were welcome, but only dogs weighing 20 pounds or less. Mom thought that perhaps she could scrunch Sophie down to look anemic, but I weigh 50 pounds -- there was no way I could pass for "small." Once Mom arrived, however, not only were there several Dogs visiting the hotel, but LARGE dogs. Once in particular was 4 times 20 at least, and certainly looked like it had never missed a bowl of kibble. Obviously the "Pet Policy" was used with discretion.
Anyhoodles, my NON-invitation to the wedding had extreme consequences for Middle Lad. Middle Lad is peanut allergic. Normally, Middle Lad eats nothing, and when he does, he is very careful to check labels. However, at the wedding reception, at each place was a little bag of frosted kibble. Tasty, non-labelled kibble mix of cereal, pretzels, PEANUTS, M&Ms, all coated in some sort of icing. Middle Lad sat with Other Cousins instead of Mom. Soon Middle Lad came over to Mom, pawing at himself, and asking if Mom knew "what was in the little white bags." Having indulged herself of some of the white bag kibble, Mom was shocked. Middle Lad had not eaten the peanuts, but had indulged himself of the other items, which had of course contacted the peanuts.
Alls well that ends with a shot of Epi-Pen, two benadryls, and two Zyrtec. After all that anti-histamine, plus the upper high, then downer crash of the adrenalin shot, Middle Lad slept, although Mom did not, for she watched Middle Lad all night to ensure that he continued to recover. Middle Lad's skin has transformed from being coated in hives to being coated in eczema, but the danger has passed.
So, one might ask of course, why is all of this to blame on ME, Pennie NOT being invited to the Wedding? Simple. I would have gone to every single table, removed all those little white bags, and eaten all that frosted kibble mixture, white bags and all. I admit that I may even have used Sophie to help me.
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You'd better get the mail from now on. If another wedding invitation comes you should know about it first so you can make the proper arrangements.
Oh noes... poor Middle Lad! Poor mom!!! :/
They shoulda took ya....
I agree with Finley...they shoulda took ya.
Hind sight, ya know?