Thursday night was not a good night. I was feeling particularly mischievous for some reason and my foster folks were busy watching TV. My foster brothers were hiding (which was an indication to my foster dad that I was up to something). He went to find me. He found chewed up toilet paper with a nice trail of trash and TP down the hall. He cleaned that up, went into the master bedroom and found me walking around with a water bottle in my mouth. He chuckled obviously thinking I was the cutest thing ever. Then he noticed the chaos in the bathroom. I had gotten on the counter and ate some prescription medications, vitamins, aspirin, etc. I couldn't walk straight at this point and was running into the walls. My foster mom made a list of missing meds while my foster dad ran me to the vet. The vet pumped my stomach, called the CDC to check on drug interactions and gave me some meds. My foster folks were really worried and weren't sure I was going to make it. Much to their surprise the vet let me go home the same day. I was sleepy for two days, but am back to my same gregarious self.
My foster folks called my new folks in Alaska to let them know. My mom was in the shower so they talked to my dad. Well he fell asleep before telling my mom that I was ok. She got the frantic voice mails and fretted all night. I feel bad for worrying her.
My real parents are on their way to come get me. I can't wait to meet them, go to my permanent home and meet my siblings. It'll be a long drive but I'm looking forward to it. I know I'll miss Cooper and Buster, but I'm sure my new siblings will make me feel welcome.
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