An Exercise in Futility….

Lucky likes to eat dirt, leaves, and grass. Most of the time this doesn’t cause any problems.

Last night, it did.

We got home from the Reverend Horton Heat show and tumbled into bed around 1 AM. Soon thereafter came the retching and vomit. Yuck. A quick clean-up and all of us went to sleep.

This morning, Lucky started making noise around 5 AM. Not unusual, but still earlier than we want him to get up. Husband tried (unsuccessfully) to get him to lay back down. He bounded out of bed and then peed on our bedroom door frame. We jumped up - me to get dressed to take him out and husband to grab a towel to put under him. I took him out while husband cleaned up and went back to bed.

I came inside and fed him a half and half mix of dog food and oatmeal. I made a cup of coffee and sat on the couch. As I got comfy, he started dancing around. I took him out again and he peed. Back inside we went.

I sat down and opened the laptop. About ten minutes passed. Pacing between me and the door. As soon as I got him outside again, he threw up his breakfast. Right in front of our door.

I cleaned it up as best I could in the dark and sat back down on the couch. Five minutes later - more dancing. By this time, it was 6:15. I woke husband up so he could shower and headed outside. After more peeing (I swear he’s a camel), he became cow-dog and ate grass. We went back inside and I started getting ready for work.

Husband took him out one more time before we left–more peeing and grass-eating. As we walked out the door, he was curled up in the chair looking pitiful.

We’ll see what the house looks like when we get home tonight.