Puke

This morning my husband decided to lay out his cleansing pills on our bedside table. In theory, good idea. In reality bad idea.

Our dog, Sophie, enjoys eating things off tables. Well unbeknownst to me, she deicded to eat the cleansing pill under my nose.

After she ate the pill I decided to get up and get ready for the work day. Well, after I fed Sophie her two cups of puppy chow, I started to eat my breakfast. I finish and clean up the dishes. Things are seemingly quite usual and banal.

Heading for the bedroom, I pass by the living room where Sophie's food had piled up in a half masticated, undigested lump of foamy puke.

How wonderful.

I bet everyone enjoys cleaning up vomit at eight in the morning.