The biggest pet news in our household is about Mister Blueberry. One afternoon while Josh and I were out running dog-free errands, this 143-pound doofus decided to break into a cabinet (he's almost six feet tall when standing on his hind legs) and grab some snacks for himself.

The "snacks" in question included 17 oatmeal raisin granola bars, wrappers and all. For those of you who are familiar with dog physiology, you know that plastic wrappers are not compatible with canine digestive systems—nor are raisins.

We took him to the emergency vet where they made him regurgitate the granola bars (most of which were still in the wrappers lol) and he ended up having to spend two days at the emergency "spa" having his kidneys flushed to rid his body of the toxins.

He came home a bit sluggish and grumpy with us for disrupting his preferred daily activities (including petty theft), but we had a long chat about how sometimes there are consequences for our misbehavior. And sometimes those consequences are not fun.

He is perfectly fine and back to his normal mischievous self, but he definitely gave us a scare!

Not to worry—all snacks have been placed in sealed plastic containers, behind cabinet doors, with child security locks on them, well overhead of where he should be able to reach. Although at this point, I wouldn't put much of anything past him.