This has been a really rough day so far, and from the looks of it, it's not gonna get any better anytime soon. So far my day has gone like this: Got home around 3 a.m. after what could easily be described as a very messy argument held between my ex-girlfriend/best-friend and myself. Wake up just in time to make it to my 8 a.m. organic chemistry summer exam, fell asleep halfway through (had a bad dream during which time I cannot remember) and wake up with 15 mins to finish another 20 questions (not a good situation). Then I come home and am immediatley greeted by a panick stricken mother, telling me I have to save my dog's lives.... Yea, great day so far ehh?

Turns out this morning before my dad left for work he set up some rat poison in the garage to attempt to stop some of those buggers from tearing up the boxes (we just moved), however he failed to shut the garage door as he left. Turns out my dogs managed to get in, and finished off all the rat poison. My beagle weighs 22.5 lbs which means 11 grams are fatal, and my dachshund a puny 8 lbs meaning a fatal dose is 4 grams. Do the math, enough to KILL both is 15 grams, and they managed to scarf down a 100 gram container. Needless to say my first act was to call the vet and get an emergency appt, and then had them each take a teaspoon of hydrogen peroxide to induce vomitting (apparently ipecac is no bueno for dogs), and them rush them to the vet to get vitamin k1 shots and bloodwork done. No word yet on the situation, other than the fact that blood was already hemoraging in my dachshund's mouth by the time the vet told me to leave them with them. Needless to say I am quite scared. Very scared indeed. I don't know how Imma pass the time until I get a phonecall from them that I am both wanting/fearing....