Deacon likes to sleep with us at night, and usually he positions himself near my face. Like, on my face. This is adorable and super cute and snuggly but NOT COOL when he gets a tummy ache. Like last night. At 4:30 a.m. When he decided to throw up - next to my FACE.
I cleaned it up by wiping it off...and then placing a towel over the gross spot and going back to sleep. Yeah. I was that tired. Don't judge!!
This morning we were greeted with another clean-up project, this one in the guest bathroom. I heard M gagging from the other room (which I didn't think anything of, since he has the weakest stomach in the entire world), so I came to see what the fuss was about. Ummm M wasn't over-exaggerating - it was NASTY. I actually gagged. Deacon had thrown up some sort of CHRISTMAS decorations. I swear. It looked exactly like those fake pine needles that come on Christmas garlands. Except we have NO Christmas garland. Sooooooo...the mystery remains.
When I came home from class, M was home for lunch - and had found another present from Deac. Blech. Oh well - he's due to go to the Vet soon enough. Woot woot.