vomit on the dog, it's a surprisingly cleansing and bonding experience

[dignity_to_dust]

I remember waving a hand in the general direction of dandy and jess as they squabbled out the door on christmas night. The dog was jumping on me as I tried to say goodnight to him, but, being the stick-legged creature with endless pep-stores he is, he was relentless. My field of vision had shrunk to the size of a pea, or that of an italian greyhound, if you will. Out came the prawns and miscellaneous brown. Young Viktor floats past and is adequately coated. So too are numerous pieces of furniture and floor space in three separate rooms.

As I am hanging out with my old mate the toilet bowl, I hear the front door close and Kent says 'Oh Viktor, not all over the floor!' Tobie informs him that none of this was the dog's fault. Kent dutifully washes the chunks off the dog's back by means of a brief bath, this only after Viktor had eaten his fill from the floor and added to the mess by dousing it in his urine. Tobie is operating a dust pan and brush, throwing the contents out into the garden.

I appeared from the bathroom some time later having showered and banished many soiled clothes. There was no visible mess in sight. I slunk through the kitchen, thinking i'd escaped. Not the case, the living room smelled of vomit for days and Viktor has loved me so much more ever since...What a bonding experience..

So this is Christmas...