If you look at this photo of my dog cuddling with my dad at Christmas, you might think they are good friends. not anymore. not after this morning.
This might be the funniest thing that ever happened. (By the way, I describe many things these days as best ever. best meal ever. hottest day ever. nicest dog ever.)
Every morning when my mom has her bath, my dad and I stay in bed because we like to sleep later and it just usually works better for my mom to get everything organized for the day before I am set free. When my mom is ready for me, she comes back to get me (or go back to sleep with me) and brings Remus with her. This morning, I was sitting at the edge of the bed eagerly awaiting Remus. My mom opened the door and I squealed like an overly excited little girl. Remus got startled and flew directly over me toward my dad and vomited right on his head. all in a single leap! It was the most remarkable sight ever.
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