Yup, you read it. Just this time by another of our dogs. I woke up about 4am with the piss wood and apparently woke up just in time to hear my schnauzer doing the "muh, muh, muh" thing right before they barf. I have quick reflexes when it comes to this since I don't want it in bed, so I just kinda threw her in my wife's direction...but instead of landing by her legs I threw the dog up onto her pillow and I guess I squeezed her stomach or scared the vomit out of her, as it projectiled right down her face. I was still half a sleep but I heard her go "eh, eh, EH" half a sleep and kinda scream while running to the bathroom where the sink ran for like 10 minutes. Then I heard, "OMG, IT'S IN MY HAIR TOO!" I then walked in like I had no idea what happened and asked what was up, but I couldn't help but keep laughing for the next hour. I mean, it was A LOT of vomit, whole chunks of food everywhere on her pillow and on the bed, and that's the part that missed her face. Thankfully she went downstairs to sleep after that. I just covered it up with her part of the comforter and went back to sleep. I guess her face is a magnet for intestinal eruptions. Edit- I know a few of you have met her, and if any do in the future...DO NOT TELL HER I THREW THE DOG HER WAY. Thanks.
Lol wow. That is so mean, yet funny, then mean, but in the end, the funny outweighs the mean. By the way - I was expecting something completely different when I saw this thread title.
Oh the horror! You know, at this point, ... maybe we just don't want to know whats happens when you add a newborn to that pack of yours.
If she ever finds out, I hope for your sake that she has a good sense of humor or at the very least doesn't hold grudges. That story went in the Vault bra.
Here ya go. The champagne colored on pulled a IASIP and left a turdlet in the bed last week, too. I believe our bedroom has intestinal demons.
Riiiight. The wife nor the dogs would allow that. Happy wife/happy life and whatnot. The Boxer stays on the floor now though, she was banished. That was just too nasty and too much volume.
That would not make for good stories though. "My dog **** in the yard". See, doesn't really flow nor is it awesome.
I threw up last night after the game. I can't decide on the cause. It's either the game, the reaction to the game in the GARM, or food poisoning. Go figure. (I wish I was kidding)
