All chocolate is toxic, as said. Milk chocolate is slightly less so, simply because the toxic alkaloids* are basically diluted by the presence of added dairy.
Absolutely gorgeous, he sounds very intelligent, too. I wish you all much happiness together. Now, Iggy needs to stay put once in awhile.
Iggy is adorbs! Looks like a dachshund/terrier mix. A dangerous combination!
Sounds a bit like the story of Suzy Pupman. Stray, only walking on three legs, wandered into a home that the wind had blown the not-quite-all-the-way closed door open. Another neighbor walking by saw the open door & closed it. Family came downstairs in the morning & couldn’t figure out how some dog got into their locked house, until they went to the video. Story went internationally viral.
My old as dirt Rat Terrier ate a Hershey bar wrapper and all. She puked all on her own. Right on my foot. She felt sorry for herself for a few hours.
You could not make her eat chocolate after that. She would actually growl at it if you offered her some.
What a cute doggie! (And everybody knows I hate dogs…)
I have regaled the masses with stories of Bailey, the Houdini of dogs. Since her last adventure away from home, she has been well-behaved, and still wears the harness somebody probably painted on her body, since it hasn’t come off yet.
I still have not really forgiven her. When I let the doggies in the house, they go straight to their kennels. They get dog biscuits. I hand some to Ciroc, and I tell him he’s a good boy, as I lock his kennel.
When I get to Bailey, I hand her the treat and say, “You’re a tramp, Bailey.”
~VOW
Also regular ol’ table salt. Just put a moderate amount on the back of their tongue, about enough to cover a small square about as wide as the tongue itself. My ex and I had to do this a few years ago when our 9-pound miniature dachshund somehow ate a whole Chipotle burrito. Worked like a charm.
Iggy wins for cleverness. What will your next attempt to hold back that cutie pie be? An armored truck?
I think I’ve stymied him for now.
I had to modify the kiddie gate, and lower it so that he can’t get his little head under it, and I also re-engineered the latch, so that it will only open with a push from the top, which he is too small to do.
I hope.
(It’s worked so far…)
Now, all I need to do is to remember to keep my gym bag off the floor, since when I don’t, he digs in it and finds my earphones and chews them up.
“…responds to ‘Lucky’.”