Earlier this week at around 4:30 in the am Jason and I heard this crazy gagging sound then “blah”. Its amazing how clearly and quickly you understand that your dog just puked all over your rug. I go from coma to “mom” mode in 2.2 sec. Anyway, it was Jason’s turn to clean up the puke. (It’s sorta sad that he pukes so much we take turns.) As he was putting the puke into an old Marsh bag he discovered that our furry friend had puked one of my socks in its entirety. No wonder we hasn’t able to digest dinner. You silly dog.