They did it again.
I was gone for a while, getting a new supply of dog food and when I returned I found that one of the mutts had thrown up on my bed. Again.
Big deal, you might say. Clean it up and be done with this, you might day.
And that would be the case if it had not been sitting on my bed for hours, seeping through the cover to the blanket to the top sheet to the bottom sheet to the mattress cover and ultimately to the mattress.
A mess.
And so I hauled all the sheets and blanket and cover off the bed and out in the sun to dry, only I was not about to wrestle the mattress out, so it had to dry out all by itself, inside.
Why, I wonder, do the mutts do this to me?
I am fighting my way in hideous traffic to get to the store to buy them food, and the reward is this.
Some thanks.
I long for the days of the Schnauzers and my beloved Scottie.
They never did this.
Never.
They might have chewed up some books and such things, but they never threw up on my bed.
There. Breeding will tell.