We have our first story before the plane ever leaves the runway.  Just as I was getting ready to leave for my last day of work before leaving for Europe, Robin comes up to me with a mangled granola bar wrapper with a little bit of bar still inside.  My suitcase was packed but still open on the floor with a stash of my favorite chocolate mint bars tucked in every spare inch of the suitcase.  Boomer!  Didn’t he know that chocolate is toxic to dogs, especially a little five pounder like him?  The vet said a half teaspoon of hydrogen peroxide down his throat would make him vomit.  Well, that didn’t happen.  I had to get to work, so Robin took over.  After more calls to the vet and additional doses of hydrogen peroxide, he still did not vomit.  The good news is that he was feeling well enough to outrun Robin any time she tried to get near him for the rest of the day.  I told John to keep on eye on him as I wanted that dog to be alive when I got home.  John, not being Boomer’s biggest fan, just said, “Don’t worry; I’m not that lucky.”  So far so good, though.  Boomer’s still kicking—and still trying to get into my suitcase!