The other day at 3am I awoke to a pukey dog. I spent the rest of the day being followed by Nate, my Brittany Spaniel. For some reason when he's sick he has to be right next to me and would gladly accept a piggy-back if I offered it.
One miracle I am especially proud of is that Nate pukes in the toilet. He knows to rush into the bathroom and situate himself in front of the toilet. I hold back his ears and hold him tight just as my mom did for me.
Yes, I am aware this is ridiculous.
