awww, sweet boy

Yesterday morning, someone wouldn't even eat a treat when I got up and tried to give him one. He stuck close as I walked and had to sit on my feet- but wouldn't get in my lap. The light bulb didn't go off until he started this funny way of licking his lips and then it was too late to get the newspapers onto the rug. Poor Tug just threw up for several minutes. His little body was just heaving. So Mama runs and gets some newspapers and throws them down and, as expected, our sweet boy moves onto one and finishes throwing up on it - how sweet is that?

Well, it's pretty sweet but now we've got newspapers laying on the floor while Mama goes to get the spot cleaner for the rug and all this heaving has had an effect...so he does exactly what he's supposed to do- he "goes" on his papers- which are lying on the rug...you just can't fault him for that. Here's an urgent need and papers lying right there instead of his having to go across the living room and past the dinette to the porch where his usual papers are waiting...

(He felt better afterwards and he's not sick again, thank goodness!)