While Flavia and I were doing our best sexy poses for one another, Maude managed to eat a pound of sand. We only discovered how sick she was the next morning (spent the evening taking more self portraits and gleefully proclaimed ourselves fabulous dog moms for exhausting the pooch, who lay comatose on the couch).
We practically had to helicopter a vet onto the island, Sunday morning, 7 am. I was terrified she ate a shell and had an obstruction and was going to die. But no, a couple hundred dollars later the xrays and medics confirmed she was just chock full of sand.
It was worth it! Flavia and I fell in love all over again in Nantucket.