She ate charcoal, and puked all over the white tile floor in her room. I love her to death, but really...charcoal? The bag doesn't even look like her dog food bag. There is no way she was hungry. My daughter is in the give the dog a treat every 5 minutes phase. AND why does dh think her room is a good place to store the charcoal while it rains? I really need to go clean the floor, but I really do not have it in me to get down on the floor and scrub. DH needs to be the one to clean it, but the washer and dryer are in there. I need to do a few loads of clothes.