I ended yesterday’s post by saying “It would be nice if A.J. would learn a lesson from this but … he’s a dog.” Those turned out to be very prophetic words on my part.

 

Yesterday we went on our usual evening walk. Partway into the walk A.J. picked up something off the ground and started munching. I told him “DROP IT!”

 

Munch munch.

 

“NO, DROP!”

 

Gulp.

 

And it was gone.

 

And, at 5:00 AM, I awoke to the same lovely sound as yesterday and the thing he had swallowed came back up.

 

Yes, for the second day in a row, A.J. managed to eat a chunk of plastic. And for the second morning in a row, it came back up.

 

Sometimes he’s such a dog.