Those of you who have frequented my blog have probably read the horrible 'Diarrhea in the car on the way to Winter Park' story, (my dog, not me). Well Kyle and I were lucky enough to experience a similar situation yet again. About an hour into our drive back from Santa Fe, two weekends ago, we stopped to grab some soda's and snacks at a gas station right off the highway. As usual, when we stop, we let Lucy out to run around and go potty. She did her business and gulped down her treats and some water so we were ready to go.
We were still sitting in the car, no driving or anything, when the dog started making those throat sounds a dog makes when it's about to barf. Those of you who have dogs know exactly the sound I am referring to. Those that don't are so very lucky, that's all I'm saying. On long drives we bring a pillow or her dog bed for her to lay on, on my lap, during the trip. So picture this; Kyle is in the drivers seat, I am in the passenger seat with this dog bed on my lap and my dog standing on it making those 'I'm about to puke noises'.
I turn to Kyle and say "Oh my god she's going to puke!!!!". We frantically look at eachother and all we can think to do is cup our hands together and hold them under her mouth. Yes, you read that right. The power of our two brains combined together came up with cupping our hands under her mouth. Not, hey I know, let's just open the car door and set her down outside. Nope, us geniuses just cupped our hands under her mouth perparing for the puke. Oh, and we were in our new car too, did I forget to mention that little tid bit?
Go us!!
So Lucy goes ahead and pukes and it runs, spoiler alert, it gets yucky from here, it runs all threw our hands and all down the crack between Kyle's seat and the arm rest, pools in the cup holder and gets all over her dog bed. Then it gets even better, Lucy lays down really quick to make sure and coat herself in the vomit. Damn it was awful. So we both freak out, trying to tell the doggy she's okay, and attempting to get her and the messy dog bed out of the car. Kyle ran inside and got a whole bunch of napkins and I grabbed the nearest thing I could to begin cleaining up.
We get everything cleaned up as good as we can but then here is the dilema. We are only about an hour into the 5 hour drive home. There is no way this dog will make it for 4 hours without something to lay on and our car is packed so tightly that there is no way to put her dog bed in the trunk. Here comes the lucky part for Kimmie-D. I got to sit the remainder of the drive home with her dog bed on my lap, covered in napkins, and my stinky doggy. Every time she adjusted her position the smell of warm vomit rose and fragranced the air all around her. I kept offering to switch with Kyle and drive but he kindly declined each time, the sweetie pie.
So there it is. I've been puked and covered in liquidial diarrhea by my little doggie twice in the car now. For super fun next blog maybe I'll tell you about the time Lucy puked on Kyle's chest in bed. That was a good one!!
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