There is nothing like being woken up to the sound of vomiting.
This morning, our adorable furry beast (pictured above) woke us up at 7 am by puking on the bedroom carpet. I was in a deep sleep when I suddenly heard the familiar retching that precedes all throwing-up events in this household (of either the canine or the feline variety) and so S. and I jolted upright and flipped on the light just in time to watch our dog regurgitate beside our bed. I looked at the clock and it was 7:00 exactly, like he was some kind of vomit-alarm clock or something.
The cause of this blessed event? A certain late-afternoon foray into the bathroom trash, whereupon our loveable friend consumed several used q-tips, some crumbled tissues, and quite possibly some hair cleaned out of the bathtub drain. Yummy. How he managed to digest his entire dinner afterwards and then throw up ONLY the bathroom trash items 15 hours later, I will never know, but I won’t look that particular gift horse in the mouth. It was 7am and we were up and ready to start our day with paper towels and carpet cleaner.
The adventures continued shortly thereafter when the furry beast met his BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD (read: another dog who happened to be at the park) and they chased each other around like crazed dogs strung out on speed and a case of red bull. I headed home with the beast after his half-hour romp, triumphant that I had tired him out for the day.
After a breakfast (his) and a shower (mine) I was finally getting down to starting the work portion of my day when a cry of intense distress and complete urgency interrupted my task at hand. The furry beast’s BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD (read: neighbor dog from three houses down) had managed to escape from her yard, Houdini-like, and had popped up outside our screened porch, casting about for our pooch and barking as if to say: “Hey T! I’m springing you baby! Get your human to let you out so we can go conquer the neighborhood!”
I looked over at the furry beast and he gave me what we like to refer to around here as the eyes. Those searing, piercing, “I-need-you-to-do-this-for-me-right-now-or-I’ll-explode-into-a-dog-sized-puddle” eyes. What was I to do? I released the hounds into the wilds of our (fenced-in) backyard. After another round of high-speed chasing, I slipped the leashes on each of them and returned the escape artist to her rightful home. But not before being pulled so hard by the furry beast that I fell on the pavement and smacked my ass hard on the ground.
“Damn you furry beast!” I cried.
And this was all before 9:30 am.
I remain resolute in my assertion that owning the furry beast has been good preparation for parenthood.
the furry beast is ADORABLE! does he have a spotted tongue, or is that just the picture? my pup has a purple tongue, we aren’t sure where it came from. . . mine also loves bathroom trash – QTips, tampons, you name it. what rotten little creatures!
that sucks the pups rewarded your good deed by slamming you into the sidewalk, totally uncool.
Ha! Great story, though you certainly have my empathy on the dog puking thing. What is up with dogs and eating tissues? It’s the ONLY thing our dog MUST tear up into tiny pieces, as in DEATH TO TISSUES IMMEDIATELY. And you know how good she is otherwise….probably not so good in the baby prep department, except for the whole “pick me up! cuddle me!” thing.
I love that picture and the story! I also have the puke alarm clock at my house. The look on T’s face says all sorts of things about how completely happy he is about himself and being in the water.
Great story!! I know those “please, mommy” dog eyes!
Man, our dog never throws up the trash he eats, he just POOPS it out. Nothing’s grosser than wadded up tissues and q-tips in puppy poop. Ugh.
Yeah, the dogs are good for that. Sorry it was a crazy morning.
Oh yeah, nothing like waking up to the puking sound. I hate hearing it in the other room and wondering where it’s landing.
Oh I know that sound well. Cute pup!
UGh! It just took us 2 weeks to get the smell of our dog’s vomit out of the couch. Gross. But we couldn’t live without her:)
funny story! I can totally relate to “waking up to the sound of retching.” Our dog loves to eat cloth: underwear, washclothes, whatever. Not really that awesome to see that regurgetated after its been in his belly for 10+hours.
gotta LOVE them furry beasts!
I read this post yesterday but didn’t have time to comment. I had to come back today and tell you this post made me LAUGH. Isn’t that just the way life goes when you have furry beasts? They are always full of surprises – nasty, unbelievable , vomitous surprises. He’s adorable.
it’s so true that they prepare you for motherhood. sometimes our furry beast is more of a pain than the baby beast. but the love they (already) have for one another amazes me.