New Puppy

We got a new puppy. The kids love him. His name is Bob. He is very fat and cute. Bob has one bad point. He gets car sick.

Let me set the scene. Me,five kids and Bob are all squished into my bonneville. We are all shoulder to shoulder in there. We are 10 miles through the 16 miles to my house, on the freeway. Kennedy(9) is a little upset because she hasn't had a turn holding Bob. I tell Dakota to pass the puppy up. She gets him and sets him in her lap. I notice he has a little puppy drool and I ask if he is ok. Kennedy says that he is fine. But then the cute, fat puppy puked right into Kennedy's lap. She instantly starts bawling-not tears sliding down her cheeks, she is howling. She is staring at the pile in her lap. I yell to her, " Look up! Look up!" She looks up at the ceiling and she has both hands above her head so as to not touch it. Kade hands a garbage sack up to her(I had hollered for a garbage sack when I noticed the puppy drool. Speed is not one of Kade's talents) The garbage sack rips out of her hand and out of the open window. I had rolled down the window in the middle of this adventure when I noticed Kassidy(6)-who is sitting next to Kennedy-was dry heaving from the lovely aroma of puppy vomit.

At this point I order everyone in the car to look at the ceiling so this doesn't turn into a family puke-fest(yes puke-fest is a word and yes it is with a hyphen) Two miles later I finally come to our exit. I pull over, Dakota piles out and grabs the puppy and Kennedy steps out flings the puppy vomit off of her coat and assumes the position(looking skyward and both hands above her head). Kade then cleans off her pants with a garbage sack as a rubber glove(Yes one of Kade's talents is he is good in emergencies.) A dry heaving Kassidy noticed a tiny speck that was in the car. Kade the hero of the day takes care of that and we carefully load to finish our trip back home. As I turn around to check on the back seat, I see Dakota carefully holding a garbage sack aroung the puppy's nose as he is still sick. I find this ironic as Dakota has been known to leave the room when a baby spits up.

I love animals!