Oh Crap!

Last night my dog thought it would be fun to barf while FMD and I were doing our taxes. Yuck. I hate dog puke. One thing to note about Willie is that he just about always yaks twice. The first one is the major one, and the second one is to catch you off guard while you're cleaning up the first pile.

I decided last night that I was going to have none of that! I put the dog out on our snow covered porch for his second hurling episode. I don't care if he does it out there. Hell, we're supposed to get 4-9 inches of snow tomorrow so I won't even have to look at it! When the warm weather comes, it'll just run off with the melt down and I'll be done with it. Sick I know, but I really don't like dog vomit.

Anyways, I cleaned up the first pile and left Willie outside for a while because he still hadn't done his deed the second time around. When I went back a couple minutes later to check on him, he was all hunched over shitting on the porch! WTF?!?!?! LOL?!?!?! What the heck? I found it rather hilarious and I'm glad FMD did too. Instead of picking up his doo-doo outside next to the sidewalk, I picked it up off the porch. Hilarious!

Ok. So some might not find that funny at all and some may even go as far as to say that this is my grossest post yet, but thats fine by me. And just in case you're wondering, yes, Willie blew chunks the second time later that night. FMD found a pile this morning when she woke up... Bleh!!!