A note I texted to our dog this morning after I found the "gift" he left for me. (Ok, so I texted it to his beloved master, my husband. I'm sure he relayed the message.)
Next time you decide to gag up a bone along with some grass, and whatever other digestive juices, please don't do it next to my couch. Thank you.
When I spotted it, our 5 year old, Gloria, said she thought her sister Katrina had done it. I told her what the contents were and, therefore, I didn't believe it was Katrina. Her response? "Katrina eats lots of grass."
Welcome to my life.