Shortly, after removing our daughter from the offense on the carpet to clean her, the dog in her natural curiousity approached the room. Before I could "shush" the dog away, she had already devoured the more chunky bits of regurgitant.
There is something in the Bible about this, I am fairly certain.
The next day, while my beloved was infirmed with forementioned illness, I felt compelled to come home for a brief moment to tend to our recovering daughter. As I was preparing her for the day at grandma's house, my wife yelled from the bed, "Hugh, the dog's throwing up!"
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