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<DIV>Our school sold gourmet cookie dough as a fundraiser. Ever the good Mom, I bought 5 tubs, 3 lbs each. We went through the chocolate "Night and Day" pretty quickly, so I set the Rice Krispies variety out to thaw on top of the washing machine. I closed the laundry room door. Apparently not tight enough. Nicholas and I were working on his science project at the computer and I kept hearing a thud-thud on the wooden floor above us. The cats routinely drag stuff all over the room, so I didn't think much of it. After a while, though, I got suspicious and went upstairs and there is Danica, our foster bed-potato, with a whole lot of semi-frozen dough caked all over her snout with her face buried in the tub---which is practically empty. And her belly is noticeably rounder. I promptly put her outside, and when she came in, I put her in Murphy's crate. She was there until around midnight, when she whined and carried on something terrible so I let her come upstairs. She threw up all over my room. *sigh*</DIV>
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<DIV>Susan and the Hoptown Bassets + 5</DIV>
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