We have a dog who is very old, deaf, and vomits frequently. Given my squeamish nature, this can be somewhat inconvenient. For instance, the dog puked up a stunning Mount Everest of grossness the other day, and I left. I left a note for Tim saying something to the effect of, "Your dog threw up. I do not attend to such things. Good luck with that. And also, I love you." Which went over better than you might expect. We are, in fact, still happily married.
My Daddy came to visit today. Approximately three seconds after his arrival, the dog...Tim's Dog...ralphed at his feet. Unfortunately, Tim was not home at the time, and I could not leave Daddy, the dog, and the vomit. Therefore, I did that which was my most surprising act of selflessness for the day: I cleaned it up.
It won't happen again.
Dogs suck.
Aren't you glad I chose this event to blog about?
3 comments:
I read this during breakfast. Thanks.
I hope "his" kids don't get sick and puke.
I am living this nightmare also, as our old dog is 15 and going thru the same thing...the random puking.
Is it awful that I pray fo her to die on a daily basis?
Ugh.
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