Puke Puddles

The other day, I came home to a small puke puddle/hair ball on the floor, which officially marked our cats first hairball - all grown up! By the time Clark got home, it was all cleaned up, however it reminded me of a time when puke puddles were a thing of uh... frustration.

Our dog, Sassy, was pretty sick last spring. OK, not "sick" so much as "suffering from severe anxiety." You see, Clark had just returned home from overseas and then we got the brilliant idea to adopt a cat. Considering Sassy had only limited contact with cats, and had never met Clark, this was a pretty top-notch-genius idea. The end result was a sick/panic stricken dog who couldn't be calmed by any means. We tried, but the more we tried, the worse it got so finally we just let her be and knew she would come around.

Finally, one afternoon, I got home after work and was more than a little frustrated. I went into the bedroom to change so I could watch the Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy (we play Jeopardy and whoever loses has to scoop the litter box), when there on the [very expensive] bed spread is a one-foot round puddle of yellow-bile-puke. Vom... literally. Disgusted, I yell to Clark "the dog puked on the bed!!!!!@@#!$!$! We need to clean it and call the vet!!!" and start tearing the bed spread, sheets and mattress cover off the bed. Clark comes wandering in, "oh... yeah. I saw that when I got home, thought it was pee."

What?

"You SAW this when you GOT HOME? What time did you get home?!"

"Um... 2 maybe. It was still wet so I didn't want to touch it. It was kind of gross. I thought you would want to see..."

"WHAT?!"

"Um... do you want help?"

At that point I hurled the puke covered bedding at Clark screaming something about "taking care of a mess when you find it" and how we would need to "dry clean the bed spread" and "what the f@#$ are your hands for? Clean up the mess then take a shower!" and went to the couch fuming.

That night I totally won Jeopardy.