I got puked on! Nice.

[Angeleyes]

I feel sosooooooooo bad!!!!

When Keith and I feed Maximus we give him the broth that I cook the veggies in along with filling the bowl with some additional water. Since he wants to get to the meat and veggies he'll drink the water and broth away first and then eat. Since he's been on a home cooked diet he hasn't been drinking water on his own, I guess he's not thirsty from the water in the food and the broth, but we decided to add more to make sure his kidneys are being flushed since he is on about 30-40% meat without grains or glutens.

Anyway, one bad thing about this is that if you put too much water it will make him puke because he forces himself to drink it so he can eat the food. So we just put enough to reach the top of the food. Unfortunately when Keith came home from work this morning he probably wasn't paying attention and filled it too high.

So I'm sound asleep and I hear Keith let Maximus back into the bedroom to come back to be with me... but I don't even open my eyes. I feel Maximus lift the covers up and lay at my feet. I drift back into sleep and suddenly a really uncomfortable feeling woke me up... the feeling of having wet feet. Yeah, so Maximus puked my feet. I felt so bad for him, and though I knew it was an accident I was so mad at Keith. First of all I'm PMSing and should be getting my period any second now, on top of that I didn't need to wake up for two more hours and couldn't fall asleep until late... so I was tired. Plus, I was woken up to being PUKED on!! I was in a BAAAAAAAD mood.

To make it worse, Keith won't touch puke. So I asked him to hurry and get paper towels and a bag for me to throw the puke into before it soaked into the bed. I remove the sheets (so it wouldn't soak into the bed) and I throw the blankets on the floor for him to throw in the wash (since there was a chance they touched puke, lol). After I'm done putting the puke in the bag I put the sheet on top of the blankets... assuming he'd put them all in the washer.

I run to get cleaning stuff to wash the pillow top of the matress because some fluid did get through, and I wanted to clean it FAST for obvious reasons. Anyway, while I'm running Keith is standing still looking at me (I just woke up and my eyes were barely open mind you... and he was just home from work and very awake), he points to the pile of blankets and puke fluid covered sheets and says "Does this all get washed?". My snarky response is "No, they don't get washed. I want you to just put them in the dryer so we can sleep with the smell of puke every night.". He looks at me really calm and said "I was just asking". At the time I was so mad I felt like he deserved it, and he may have, lol... but I hate being mean to him and I feel really bad. I went back to sleep on the couch and made him sit on the computer chair and not watch TV like he normally does after work... I dunno, I feel bad. Meanwhile Maximus was back sleeping with me like no big deal the second I hit the couch.

But yeah, I'm tired today, lol.

[Kandy]

Oh, poor Maximus - and poor you! I'm surprised the preceeding "hunka-hunka" noise didn't wake you up before the actual puke! Did you have to make Maximus a new breakfast? I know I never allow the dogs to um, 'clean up their own mess' - I always push them away and clean it myself.

And guys can be so dense sometimes - did he really think that the bedding wasn't going to need washed?

I totally commiserate about the PMS'ing - when I'm at that time, dh just has to look at me wrong and I want to rip his head off. LOL And when I do snap, he always says "Oh, must be that time of the month" - which makes me want to tear him up even worse.

[Melinda]

WHAT THE HE** ARE YOU FOOLS YAKKING ON ABOUT!!!!! sorry...pmsing also *LOL* poor Maximus and poor you Angeleyes, isn't that a wonderful way to wake up?? Larry was wrapping gifts downstairs last night, tells me "don't come down" then I hear "SHELLEY....come down come down quick!!!!" make up my freaken mind....do I stay away or do you want me there?? *L* seems Brina had an upset tummy and was sick...fluid mostly, so away goes mommy with her cleaning supplies....cause Daddy is clueless.

[Angeleyes]

LOL, sounds like your dh is like Keith. They can't even imagine being the "clean up crew", sheesh. I do feel bad that I was mean, and I wrote a message on his computer for when he woke up apologizing for my attitude, lol.

I'm home now because I have to do a few calls for work from home but he's still sleeping and never got it I guess I'll just tell him when he wakes up.

[BeagleMum]

I am sorry but is it bad that I find this funny?

[Melinda]

*L* no it's not bad Beaglemum, it's honest *L*

[Angeleyes]

LOL! Not at all BM... it's funny now, and will be funnier tomorrow, but not funny this morning!

[Kandy]

*whispers* I was giggling too BM!

[Doxiebabies]

Angeleyes, your story gave me flash backs of this summer. I was napping due to recovering from surgery, and had Brandy curled up by my neck. Without warning, Brandy barfed on my neck and hair. what happened after that was kinda like something out of a keystone cop movie, alot of running around and nothing getting done! I finally got everything in the washer, cleaned the pillows and matress with hubby standing there with that deer-in-the-headlight- look. At least he was smart enough to warm my towel in the dryer for me after I got out of the shower. To this day, he refers to that day as when the "bad thing that snarled" walked the house.
And you're right, it's funny now, but back then, if I could have hid his body....

[Kandy]

At least it was just Maximus' puke that you had to clean up - could've been worse!

I remember once time that dh was sick, I was wallpapering the nursery while hugely pregnant. The nursery is right next to our bedroom, and I could've sworn that I heard him getting sick. I ran in there, but he was just snoozing in the bed, so I asked him if he had gotten sick. He said no. At that time, our bed was up against a wall - with his side being the wall side. I looked, but didn't see anything. Then a few years later when we moved the bed, I found out that he had lied. Now that was nasty.