Warning: This heroic tale is not for the squeamish! The day was like any other. Dad was hard at work, I was supervising, and Asa was daydreaming out the window. However, our idyllic afternoon took a dark turn when out of nowhere my tummy started churning. I instantly started making the noise that all dog owners dread. I was about to vomit!
Dad, who was on the phone with a coworker, yelled, “Gotta go! Emergency!” But luckily for his coworker, Dad forgot to hang up from the video chat. He had a front row view of Dad’s act of heroism! Instantly Dad realized there was no time to get me outside, or even down the hall to the tile floor in the bathroom. Yet he was determined to protect the one rug in the house where a dog hasn’t vomited…yet. Dad immediately started taking off his hoodie sweatshirt. Seriously Dad? Unless there’s a superman costume under that hoodie, now is not the time to worry about what you’re wearing! Then would you believe he got stuck taking it off? He was still wearing his headset which got entangled in the sweatshirt. As he struggled to free himself with arms flailing, I continued making that gut wrenching noise. In typical fashion, Asa thought we were all playing some type of game. As Asa jumped and I prepared to heave, Dad released himself from his sweatshirt and strategically shoved my head in the hood just as I started to vomit. The rug was saved! Or was it?
Knowing that I always vomit twice, Dad quickly decided to take the gamble and try to get me outside before the second round. With Asa still leaping trying to figure out our new game, and me starting to make that awful gagging noise again, Dad desperately forced me down the stairs. Despite my valiant efforts, I couldn’t hold it anymore and vomited at the foot of the stairs. But like the superhero that he is, Dad once again got the hoodie under me just in time. Who knew he had lightning fast reflexes? We all breathed a sigh of relief. Well except Asa, who by now was getting annoyed that he wasn’t included in our little game.
Just in case I wasn’t done, Dad ushered us all outside. Asa grabbed his ball assuming that we would play fetch now. Since I was feeling much better, I decided to chase Asa around the yard and wrestle with him. Dad just stood there, holding his vomit filled hoodie and wondering what to do with it. Convinced the nausea was over, we all headed back inside, and Dad and his coworker had a good laugh over what transpired.
All’s well that ends well! Well sort of…Dad needed to go back to work so just tossed the hoodie in the washing machine to take care of it at a later time. Then he forgot about it. A few days later, Mom went to do laundry and was quite disgusted and confused as to why there was dog vomit in the washing machine! Sorry Mom, we probably should have told you about the heroic hoodie sooner!