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It's started to be rainy and I wasn't in the mood to hold Jorah under an umbrella, stuck to him as he stifles up to poles and trees. To the soccer fields we go!  I walk with umbrella, Jory can be off leash.  This ask went very well until it was time to go home.  He was next to me, I was trying not to step on worms, and then he was missing. Turns out he was standing behind a garbage, eating from the grass what appeared to be peanut-butter-coffee-chocolate no bake cookies.  Or the poop of something that ate it.  I was very displeased that he slunk back to what I had told him to leave alone!   Mostly that I forgot it was there and let him.  I inspected the small remnants, and we went to the car.  I left him in the car, dressed for work quick, grabbed his blanket and a toy, and to the vet we went.  They are across town now, so we got there about a half hour after his illicit noms. I left them with my dog and number, and headed to work.  When they didn't call me for a couple