I have much the same reaction to cat yack.
You don’t want vomit on your vacuums beater brush.
I don’t have a dog, but I sure know this feeling. Sometimes you just gotta say “screw it” and go back to bed with something gross on your flesh.
It’s not because the dog vomit would soil the bedding… I can wash the bedding… It is the fact that now my dreams would incorporate dog vomit in its essential form, that of a regurgitation of events I had experienced without taking time to appreciate their flavor or breaking them down to digestible proportions. Getting up was the only way to keep them down.
This is a real-life dilemma. You are going to track dog-puke all over your bedroom floor (or carpeting!) if you head for the bathroom to wash it off. How good are you at hopping?
This is why I always carry a roll of paper towel on a bandolier that also has other emergency supplies attached to it or pushed through loops sewn into its surface.Batman is less well prepared with his utility belt.
And the dog? Is the dog sick?
Substitute “scorpoion” for “dog,” “cot” for “bed,” and “Chaco” for “shoe” and its funny because its true.
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.
Dog vomit is not like revenge.
In some circles, “dog vomit” is code for, er, ah,…never mind!
On the bright side, it could have turned into a bad hair day.
Isn’t that Betty Crocker after her contract with General Mills expired?
My internet’s been out most of the day due to the storms here in Texas, but I’m back up in time to wish you all a Safe and *HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!*