5:30 am is not my favorite time.
Lick, smack, lick, smack, lick, smack, lick, smack, lick, smack, lick...
This is Howie code for, "I'm gonna pop!" After this, comes the heaving and the scramble to get him out the front door before he detonates.
(I know, you reeeeally wanted to know that; but at least I'm not describing it in gross detail...)
Despite the fact that the roosters hadn't crowed yet, I didn't mind taking care of the lovely pup upchuck. He didn't just stand there and do his thing, he tip-toed heaving towards the door and looked back at me with those pleading eyes to make sure I was coming to open it. He knows! Upchuck goes out the door, not on the floor.
And not only that, he walked off the patio and out to the dirt. Ha! My dog is a genius.
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So, at 5:50am, I gave my good boy some love, snuggled him into his fluffy pillow, and crashed back into my own with a smile on my face.
11:15 am Note: He seems to be feeling a lot better now.
11:15 am Note: He seems to be feeling a lot better now.
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