"The kind? You know, the organic oatmeal bars. Molly makes them."
"Oh." His demeanor lightens. "Did you buy it from the farmers market? I prefer her lavender bar myself."
"Yes, but Dr. Pike, the dog?" Does no one understand the significance of my problem? The whole town has gone mad.
He's quiet for a moment. "How much of the bar did she eat?"
I stop and think about what was left the last time I showered. "At least a quarter of the bar."
"Hmmm, did she chew it up or eat it whole?"
Shouldn't we be calling the dog ambulance right now? Is there a dog ambulance? What do dogs do in a time of emergency? "I'm not positive, but I think pretty much whole."
"Ah, you're fine, young lady. Frankie will throw it up in a few minutes. Keep an eye on her and get her to drink lots of water when she's
