Pill Popping Broodle

So last night, or um...this morning when we got home via a taxi after heavily celebrating the birthday of a friend, I couldn't locate my old lady pill box from which I pop my required medication every night. I knew I would be...comprised at whatever time we returned so before we left, I took my pill box out of my bedside drawer and placed it on my pillow where I knew I'd have to see it, no matter how late or how goofy I was and thus remember to take my pills.

I did remember to take my medicine, independent of my little reminder placement, but I couldn't find my pill box. I was stumbling around confused and searching for my pill box. I NEED those pills every night--especially the hormones. I looked under the bed, in my drawers, in the kitchen, my bathroom, and even my purse but I couldn't find them anywhere.

Luckily I had a few extras still in the pharmacy bottle so I just took those. I was so annoyed.

Now, this morning I'm up, head throbbing and gingerly making my very necessary coffee while "shhhhushing" the kids as nicely as I can when I notice our little Broodle puppy rooting under the sofa. This is not entirely unusual as she's always getting into something.

"DING, DING, DING"

I crawl over there and whadaya know, she has broken into my pill box.

Ok, gross and dangerous potentially I guess, but gross because she had apparently enjoyed the FISH OIL capsules more than anything else!! There is now fish oil residue in our rug. This as you can imagine does not smell good.

Cleaning and smelling it in my current post-party state does not thrill me.

And what am I supposed to tell the pharmacist? She ate four of my progesterone capsules too and two of this antibiotic I take to keep my complexion clear.

Do we need a trip to the vet now too? She seems to be ok, so I don't know.

Note to self: fish oil capsules attract curious pets.

*Broodle--half Poodle, half Brussels Griffon. She looks like a black version of "Verdell" from the movie As Good As It Gets.