He woke me up with his crying in the middle of the night. Not that big a deal. I did have a migraine, but I know if I had to rely on someone to take me out to poop, I’d hope for someone compassionate to the plight of my innards. It was 3am. I was barely awake as I put his leash on, fumbled for my shoes, taking what to Hoolie, must have seemed like eons. We finally got downstairs to the yard. Now, my way of picking up dog poop is a bit unconventional. I will admit I have been made fun of on more than one occasion. What I do is position the bag open underneath his bottom, so that the handles are touching his back legs. It’s embarrassing when someone walks by and sees this. However, last night, I missed some. So while I’m cleaning up, Hoo decides to eat some grass. I stop hims as quick as I notice. But once, we got upstair he starts heaving, and he runs to where all of our shoes are placed, so I drag him away from the shoes and he pukes up a bunch of grass. By this time my guy is out of bed as I come storming in saying something about Hoolie puking. Hoolie walked in before and ran to the rug in the bedroom and once again begins wretching. So again, I drag him to wood floor and let him have at it. I had to clean up the nasty slimy stomach acid and grass in the hallway while my guy cleans up the mess in the bedroom. And while we are doing this, Hoolie sneaks back to his bed and falls fast asleep!!!!
