She ate something (lots of somethings) that she shouldn't have.
In the past she's eaten a container of vaseline, a bag of foil-wrapped candy, a half pound of Brie cheese, cheddar cheese, dollar bills, a bar of Dove soap, thyroid medication, a baked ham (off Grandma's dining room table!), buried potatoes (out of Grandpa's garden!), plastic wrap from frozen pizza, yummy-smelling papertowels that were used to wipe up spilled bbq sauce, toothpaste, and I'm sure I'm leaving something out.
It's a miracle this dog still lives. Once my vet had me administer hydrogen peroxide orally to help her empty her stomach. That was not pretty.
This evening I put her food in her bowl and she rolled her eyes and walked away. Upon further inspection, she had something red hanging from her whiskers. It was the hard candy shell from a blow pop. We estimate that she might have eaten around 11 of them. And probably some of the cardboard sticks.
The good news is that she apparently has a tummy of steel. The photo above was taken last October, the night after her last visit to the doggie ER. See where her leg was shaved for her IV?
I'll let you know how she does tomorrow. She's not exhibiting that "Oh, no. Take me to the doctor" behavior, so we're hoping it will be fine. As long as we can restrict her diet to dog food!