The other- a medium one who tends to get into everything, eat anything, plow into anything with the joy and enthusiasm of someone who doesn't know any better.
If either one was going to get into something and end up ill as a result, which one would you put your money on?
Wrong.
It was the little one.
He was the one who ended up nearly single handedly destroying everything we own in our living room.
With Vomit.
Right, so here's what happened as it was reported to me, since blessedly I was not home when this all went down. I was running a 5k, so I was paying my own price. I'll gladly trade a 5k for dog barf any day, just as an FYI.
So the night before, someone had barfed a little bit, but we never saw who it was, so we just cleaned it up and went on about our business of getting ready for bed. Dogs will sometimes just sorta spit stuff up- like babies. So, you clean it, and you move on.
The next morning, I snuck out pre-dawn, and left the Hubby to hopefully sleep and deal with the dogs. The worst I was expecting was they'd wake him up and I'd hear about how early he got woken up and how it was all my fault.
Instead of this, when I turned my phone on post run, there was a text with a photo attached- a photo of dog barf all over the couch. The text " please come home soon".
Yipe!
Apparently what happened was this- Odie threw up in his crate/ bed at some point over night. When the Hubby went to go clean that up, he barfed again on the floor. In usual form, Odie retreated to the couch- his safe haven since his sister can't get up there. At this point, he proceeded to barf 3 or 4 more times, not only just on the couch, but on the rug (as he tried to get down, and was barfing along the way).
In my imagination the sound track to this was The Hubby going " god damn-it Odie! on the floor! get outside! Something!"
Poor kid had gotten a chunk of plastic toy in his system and his system fought back. He was sick on and off for the better part of the day, and the cleaning continued much beyond that. See, the added benefits to this are: 1- we can't take the cover off our couch and wash it, so if anything seeps in, we're screwed and 2- we have no washer / dryer right now, so the washable rug can't actually be washed.
The chunk of toy finally drained the poor kid of anything he had left in his system, most likely working it's own way out in the process. The next day (when we had decided we'd go to the vet if he was still acting ill) he was fine- perky and hungry and fighting with his sister like nothing had ever happened. We, on the other hand, now have a couch that smells better, but not awesome, and a rug that has a weird discolored spot in the center of it which may or may not ever come out.
Yet again, the criminals strike, and we pay the price... damned animals, if they weren't so cute.... especially when their sick (Odie was in my lap and just a sad sack all day, it was adorable)... it's a good thing they are I suppose.
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