I got up this morning and like always the first thing I do is let my dog outside for his morning potty. He’s quick about it, so I wait at the door for him. While I’m waiting I realize that I don’t feel so well. So about then my dog comes back to the door and I let him in. Being the pushy little thing that he is, he has to come in ahead of me. So I’m behind him as we come back through the kitchen and I realize I don’t feel well at all!
I bolt for the bathroom! He thinks that’s really neat, and bolts ahead of me! I’m trying not to lose it while stumbling around a crazed dog at 5 a.m. Well, I did lose it. All over his back.
I’d had a glass of milk earlier… my dog is black.
Sorry, I just had to share this.