The Dog House

One of the dogs decided to help himself to wedding cake.
Trouble is we didn't know which, though on form the odds were overwhelmingly in favour of Sonny being the culprit.
Problem is those raisins can be fatal.
So down to the vets,two shots of morphine, one each and Sonny parted with a lot of cake, guilty as accused and poor chap is doing an overnight with a drip and the cone of shame.
DM is a bit spaced out and innocent as ever, but at least at home.
The main problem I fear is that Sonny will not have learnt a lesson but more likely acquired a taste.
Maybe we have.