Monday night was not a good night. Scout woke us up at around three o’clock in the morning by throwing up all over the inside of her crate. Jeff took her outside for some fresh air, and I grabbed the paper towels and started cleaning up the mess. I hope you’re not eating right now. What I found in the crate (other than what you would normally expect with dog vomit) was a few bright red and hard pieces of something. It took me about ten seconds to realize that Scout’s mess contained pieces of her Frisbee! (Sure enough, when I checked the Frisbee, I found it to be pretty chewed up. It has since been recycled. Back to the story.)
Just in case this Eating of The Frisbee would lead to additional complications with Scout, I took one of the larger pieces and placed it in a Ziploc bag. (My thought process? If this causes some sort of blockage, I want to be able to take the Frisbee sample in to show the veterinarian what we suspect the culprit to be.)
Fast forward to yesterday, knowing that Scout had no additional issues throughout the week. Input and Output? Both normal. Are you enjoying your lunch over there? I just had a huge salad with beets and bleu cheese! Okay. Yesterday. Jeff has clients in town, so he was scrambling around in the morning trying to get his stuff ready and to pack the kids’ lunches. (Yep. He packs the girls’ lunches. Gem, that one.) Luckily, everyone got to work and school on time.
At approximately 4:00 in the afternoon, Meredith came STORMING off of the bus. She stomped into the house and immediately began ranting.
Meredith: Do you KNOW how HUNGRY I am?! Do you KNOW that all I had for lunch today was applesauce, pretzels, and one of my Halloween Kit Kats?!
Me: What about your sandwich?
Heh. Heh heh.
Yes.
Because he was in a hurry, Jeff grabbed a sandwich bag off of the counter and tossed Meredith’s sandwich inside without noticing that he was using the Frisbee puke bag. Luckily, Meredith was smart enough to not eat the sandwich. And I know that it’s not funny, but when I realized what had happened, I started laughing. And then I bent over and started crying. And then I couldn’t even speak because I was laughing and crying harder than I have in a LONG time.
(Obviously, this pissed Meredith off even more. However, she quickly cheered up when I offered to make it up to her with pizza.)
Meanwhile, Scout has been begging for a bagged lunch. Turkey and Provolone with a side of regurgitated Frisbee?! I don’t believe it gets much better than that.
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That’s hilarious! Sorry she had to miss lunch but look at what good content it made for Mom’s blog! Why can’t she see what’s truly important here? :-)
OK. Now, normally, I chuckle to myself when something is funny. I *never* actually laugh out loud. But this. The photo of the regurgitated frisbee bits in with the sandwich–that had an audible laugh. My coworkers even heard me. Too funny. Poor MC.
Still chuckling here. And sickened at the same time.
Glad Scout is OK.
Beets and blue cheese together? Hmmm, what else was in it…frisbee?…er, I mean red wine vinegrette?
Were she the truly vindictive type, she’d have eaten the hunk of frisbee, passed it through her digestive tract to the other side, done her business in the usual way, then called you into the bathroom to show you the fruits of Jeff’s mistaken labor.
Let’s share a collective sigh of relief that she’s not this type.
Oh. Oh no. Poor Meredith. Thank goodness she didn’t eat it!
But I totally would have doubled over laughing, too. In fact I’m laughing pretty hard right now!
Great story! :D
I was eating a salad while I read this! Spinach with bleu cheese, dried cranberries and walnuts! With homemade dressing! HOW DID YOU KNOW?
I always had to pack the lunches. But my husband cleans up kid/dog/his/my barf, so it all works out.
After I got through laughing my first thought was if she was that hungry she could have eaten the top half of the sandwich that was not touching the frisbee piece. I am admittedly a sick individual but then my parents were missionaries in Africa. I’ve eaten worse.
You are the TOP STAR of Five Star Friday! That is huge. Seriously. Congratulations.
Anyone who has the nerve and creativity to make that little video deserves to be watched, but to be recognized as someone who MUST be watched is a big deal.
See why I keep hanging around here? Because you’re that good.
I am eating shepherd’s pie! Our dog eats the most ridiculous things. About a month ago, he ate part of a shoe. I fretted and fretted and went to bed and then he puked it up on the stairs in the middle of the night. The next week, he ate the wax wraper from a piece of Babybel cheese. This dog is going to be the death of me.
I’m not too versed in the ways of dogs, but we’ve recently discovered that one of our cats (whom we fairly recently adopted) will eat not just her own, but our other cat’s vomit as well. My son’s head just about popped off his body the first time he witnessed this (which happened to be right behind his chair at breakfast one morning). Please tell Meredith, it could be so much worse!!!
Also, of all the things in this post, I could scarcely get my mind past the fact that Jeff packs the girls’ lunches! Do tell ~ how did you accomplish this great feat??!! Because ugh….the lunch packing? It grinds me down….
This will make a very funny story for MC to tell her friends when she’s a grown up.
LOL…..no really ….LOL.. That is the first time I’ve smiled today…
‘Frisbee Puke Bag’:
80s cover band OR newly-annotated sequel to ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’?
I would have been doubled over laughing, too! As they get older, it’s fun to laugh at your kids. That really was a funny story! You should have put it on Jeff’s plate for dinner just to see him laugh.
Scout looks like the package still has some culinary appeal :-)
LOOOL!