oh shit!
/With apologies in advance…
Over the summer, when I was dog sitting, I had a really bad night. Wait, that’s not entirely accurate – the dog I was sitting had a terrible night. At about midnight, I woke to the Max (the dog) breathing on my neck and licking my face. I had been with him for a few weeks and this was not his normal behavior. As soon as I sat up, he darted to the front door with a very anxious look on his face (I am reminded of the trope that 90% of communication is non-verbal). I grabbed his leash, with the dog bags attached, and we darted downstairs.
I had only one foot outside the front door before Max cured what was ailing him all over the sidewalk while I averted my eyes. Once Max was fully, but, as I would later learn, only temporarily relieved I was faced with a conundrum. Like a good citizen, I had my doggie bags with my but what I really needed was a mop or wet vac. I do my best with the bags but, if I am being honest, my best wasn’t good enough.
After a few minutes, I took Max back upstairs to discover that while I thought our trip downstairs was round one, it was, in an increasingly horrifying reality, round two. The words equine and ziggurat best describe round one, which I some how missed piled high on the living room floor rushing out the door. After cleaning up and thoroughly washing my hands, I climbed back into bed and hoped for sleep. This was a foolish hope. About twenty minutes later, Max was back in bedroom and even more panic stricken. I grab his leash, dog bags, and, this time, paper towels and we headed out for round three, which sadly marked not the end of our night but merely the halfway mark. On our last trip downstairs, Max was, um, dry heaving from behind – poor dog.
Bonnacon
A mythical animal that has a bull’s head with horns that curl toward and offer no defense. The bonnacon’s defense is spraying acidic dung that burns the skin on contact.
I’ve selected the picture below because I love the face on the man and bonnacon.