[Warning: this post is gross. It has a gross picture. I am sort of wondering why I wrote it in the first place. And then decided to post it after writing it. Anyway, that’s your warning.]

On Friday, we headed to Indiana to continue packing up the house there. Sometime as we got to Chicago, I looked to the backseat where Choppy was sitting, and noticed that Choppy didn’t look good.

Someone looks like she needs a little air.
Someone looks like she needs a little air.

Apparently, she didn’t feel good, either, because on the backseat, there was a pile of dog vomit. I have no idea how she threw up without either Paul or I noticing, but she did.

Yup, that's a pile of dog barf. You're welcome, Internet. (And yes, that's a dog tail dangerously close to the barf. Happily, that's as close as it got to the danger).
Yup, that’s a pile of dog barf. You’re welcome, Internet. (And yes, that’s a dog tail dangerously close to the barf. Happily, that’s as close as it got to the danger).

As we were in the middle of the city when we realized the problem, there wasn’t a good place to stop, so poor Choppy had to wait until we got somewhere safe before we could clean up the mess.

Thankfully, after cleaning up the mess, we got back to the house in Indiana without further incident. And then I posted about the whole thing on the Internet. It’s a good thing Choppy can’t read, because I’m pretty sure this would be embarrassing for her.

The face of a dog oblivious to her Internet presence (/trying not to look at the pile of vomit on the seat next to her).
The face of a dog oblivious to her Internet presence (/trying not to look at the pile of vomit on the seat next to her).

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