I Ate A Tin Can by Nellie Brill


Last night, I amazed myself. I found, and then ate, a tin can of my prescription food. Like, the actual can. Tiny pieces of metal are still in my stomach. This one’s on you, Trupanion. How was I supposed to know the can wasn’t part of the food?

There was a really big snowstorm, and my mom was saying how of course, I had to do this tonight. The snowplow had to come before we could go to Dr. Duffy.

I don’t think any dog has had more pictures taken of her stomach.