You're laying bed sleeping when a sound brings you out of your slumber. You have heard that sound before. It starts with a "wet" sound and finishes with some hacking. Yep, the dog just threw up. You look at the clock out of curiosity and you see the numbers 3:15 in red, Oh, geez.
You try with all your might not to roll over and look, but you decide that it would be terrible to make the dog lay in, or near that, until morning. You sit up, switch on the light, and look. You see it. It covers a whole corner of the pen. You think to yourself, "It's a good thing I thought to put her in there. I would hate to see this on my bed." You also notice that it's black........and white.....and chunky. *groan*
As you get up to take care of the mess, you go to let the dog out and make the immediate decision to throw away the pillow. There's no way you are going to try to wash that. You open the bedroom door to see the other dog sitting right outside, next to another puddle. You start to curse the neighbor lady and continue to do so while you stand outside with the dogs, go to start cleaning up the messes, and try to get things back in order. You curse her for throwing her cooking grease right outside. You cursed the dogs earlier for rolling it in while giving them baths, and you curse them now for eating the stupid cooking grease.
As you are cleaning the mess, you don't want to know what all the chunks are, and what exactly was burnt in the pan to cause the black bits. You get the pen cleaned out, the mess in the hallway cleaned up, and take out the trash, all while trying to not wake up the others in the house.
Finally, you get the dog back in her pen, wash your hands, and crawl back into bed. Out of curiosity again, you look at the clock. 3:45 am. The alarm is set to go off in 3 hours. *ugh*
**Grossed out yet? Congratulations for making it to the end of this post. This is how my day started.**