It included: a bagel, an egg, some ham, and some swiss cheese.
What it did not include: dog vomit.
Strange right? Right.
So I came home from the ol' wizzork and Ike The Dog was all bouncy, but not his regular bounce, and not his Oh-Crap-Sorry-I-Ate-That-Horseshoe-Shaped-Wiggle-Bounce Apparently it was his Let-Me-Out-I-Need-To-Eat-Some-Grass-To-Settle-My-Stomach-Bounce. Awesome.
So I let the darn guy out and he ate some grass, I then moseyed over to the living room to find the pile(s). Because when a dog gets sick he wants to eat the yard? Weird. But true.
So what did I find? TWO!!! Two piles of the good stuff, and a very chewed/clean wrapper from some swiss cheese. Damn it's all my fault.
At least it wasn't on my bed. #someonebuymenewflooring
Hope the guy feels better. Made him some food to settle the tummy. And my reward/punishment? Gas. Lots of gas, thanks Ikerfacesquishypants. Thanks.
That's icky! Poor Ike! That first picture is pretty awesome, however.
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