I'm not sure whether the pets are well trained, or I am.
So, middle of the night I wake up to the sound of retching. I am an old hand at this, even as I leap out of the bed and race to get the back door open I can identify that it's Dragonfly's cat, which means she won't have run directly to the door, like my cat would of - this one waits for me to try to catch her and then bolts out.
Except this time the floor is booby trapped. As I chase her through the lounge room in near total darkness - at speed - I trip over my large black dog innocently sleeping, fly through the air and somehow land on all fours, miraculously not on top of the now freaking out dog, and then spend the next five minutes curled on the floor whimpering. Because, you know, my knees weren't damaged enough already.
And the cat vomited right next to the back door, on her way out.
Except this time the floor is booby trapped. As I chase her through the lounge room in near total darkness - at speed - I trip over my large black dog innocently sleeping, fly through the air and somehow land on all fours, miraculously not on top of the now freaking out dog, and then spend the next five minutes curled on the floor whimpering. Because, you know, my knees weren't damaged enough already.
And the cat vomited right next to the back door, on her way out.