Put a sock in it.

Tonight as we went about our nightly routine getting the girls changed in pj's for bed, we watched in horror as Brutus picked up a certain Bell's (Pea's) sock and proceeded to eat it like it was the best thing since sliced bread. Excuse me? Tap Tap. Did that just happen? Pea's sock kickin' it in his tiny 10 pound stomach. Oi Vay. So as any good dog daddy would do, Ty rushed him to the emergency vet clinic in Renton to promptly make him throw it back up. 200 dollars later, we are keeping a close eye on what we have laying around our floors. What a night. Here's Bru sleeping it off...