And I'm about to add my own contribution.

[rubberbutton]

Guess how many piles of dog puke I've cleaned up today? Go on, guess.

Nope, higher.

...Higher.

The correct answer is seven. SEVEN. And that's not counting the twoish piles on the back porch. I can't believe that this is all the production of one dog -- their stomachs can't possibly hold that much, right? Which means they're working in tandem. The real fun part is getting my CSI on and examining splatter patterns, content and location to try and figure out who did what.

Remind me, why am I a dog person, again?

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[nightdog-barks.livejournal.com]

Good God, Button -- what the hell did these dogs eat?

And can you somehow guarantee they never eat it again? Yow.

Remind me, why am I a dog person, again?

Hee. Because when they snuggle up to you and slurp you with their big vomity pink tongues it makes up for everything. Yes? Well, sort of.

[rubberbutton.livejournal.com]

Good God, Button -- what the hell did these dogs eat?

I don't know! *wails* They've been known to eat grass for the sole purpose of immediately coming in the house and emptying their stomachs on the carpet -- but there's no trace of it!

Hee. Because when they snuggle up to you and slurp you with their big vomity pink tongues it makes up for everything. Yes? Well, sort of.

It does, it really does. If only they weren't so gosh darn cute. Sigh.