When the Cat's Away

Saturday night, we went out to dinner with our friends Patty and Jeff who had come to New York to move their daughter Sarah into her new apartment not far from us. Their dog Quincy, a friendly golden retriever, came with them and hung out with Buck. They got along very well, too well.

When we returned from a wonderful dinner, we found that the dogs had had a party in our absence. No booze or anything like that, but they opened Quincy's food container and ate the contents. Fortunately, there had only been a couple of days worth of food inside. Buck was the one that suffered though. Marty did, too. Buck has a sensitive stomach to begin with. Eating a different brand of food gives him the runs. Poor Marty. He felt so responsible about the mess on the sidewalk he went down with newspaper and a watering can to clean it up. What New Yorker would do that?

Quincy's back in New Hampshire and Buck is fine. How they opened the container is something they will never reveal.