Thank you all for your concern about Hunny. It's been at least 24 hours now and she's doing just fine. She has a lot of energy. She's drinking water and eating her food. And she's still digging in the trash under my desk at every opportune moment.
I went to the bathroom [and of course, she left]. When I came out, she was under my desk. I did an obvious clearing-of-my-throat to get her attention. She backed up slowly, turned around and looked just like I used to look at my mother when I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. "There's nothing in there for you. Go get your bone."
It doesn't matter that I'm constantly tripping over bones and toys. There always seems to be something much more interesting in the trash! It's not like there are leftovers under my desk! A tissue, napkin or empty water bottle maybe, but that's good enough for her!
She has chronic colitis so anything out of her normal diet upsets her stomach and man can she poop! She's all of 23 lbs but she's no lightweight. Seriously, she can poop any big doggie under the table! I have to feed her high-fiber food so to keep her colon as clean as possible. Otherwise, she'll spend hours straining. Instead, I follow her around the dogpark with a pooper scooper for the first 20 minutes of our visit.
She hasn't pooped yet, since the chocolate-eating incident. I have mixed feelings about tomorrow's walk! Maybe I can get Reza [my roommate] to take her. He adores her. Of course, he seems so fascinated with Hunny's "movements" that he always reports "how much" and "how many" after every walk. Now that's some kinda crazy love! [I do appreciate that]
Hunny's resting comfortably on my bed. I think I'll go join her. Still gotta catch up on lost sleep.
Merry Christmas Eve everyone!