I knew it was going to be a good day when I took my dog out to go potty this morning and he wanted to eat grass.
"Schultz, don't do that! You're going to vomit!" Two seconds later, the dog's tummy rumbled. He heaved a giant heave, and white slime came out of his mouth.
I groaned. "Told you."
I led him away from that mess and waited for him to do his business. "Come on, Schultz!"
So what did he do? Ate more grass of course. "What are you, stupid?" In response he vomitted again.
Obviously he was a little sick.
He lay around pretty much all morning. Things changed when he spotted some paper towels I was using to clean the windows. He decided those would be just what he needed to fix his little tummy problem. So he ate a few.
Problem solved. No more vomitting, and he was back to normal for the rest of the day.