I was holding The Woog as I galloped for the toilet... (please let me make it) With my tiny cupcake planted firmly at my hip, I hurled. Mid-stream, the baby makes a move to grab that which is streaming from my insides. OH MY GOD- Get Out of That! Meanwhile the Three Stooges, Boswell, Dublin and LuLu are nose-deep in some serious investigating surrounding the toilet, behind my feet, crammed between the garbage can and my right ankle.
Sweaty and faint, I flipped the lid down and sat. A puke-free (amazing) Woog grabbed a handful of hair while the three pups took turns licking my feet.
Sympathy is relative.
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