The puppy is puking.

So this week has been eventful (with the dog.) Oscar has been sleeping in our room instead of his kennel....he loves to be under the bed. So, Dave was on call Wednesday night so it was just me and puppy. At around 2 am I hear Oscar pop up under the bed (he forgets that he can't stand while under there.) He then starts heaving, and pukes. I flip on the lights, and check on him because he's never done this before. On the floor I find this big ol chunk of something that looks very similar to poop. I clean it up---thank God for hardwoods!-- and even smell it to make sure it's not poo. Sorry if that grosses people out but I wanted to make sure he wasn't obstructed and puking up bowel contents. Anyway, we go back to bed and have no more problems. People at work reassured me that's what puppies do, and there vomit is always chunky depending on what they got in to.

So the next day I tell Dave, but puppy is still fine, so we think nothing of it. That evening Dave was in the shower, and I was in front of the TV, and Oscar....wellll, I thought he was eating. Dave gets out of the shower, and I hear a "SICK! OSCAR NOOOOO!!!" Oscar had gotten into my box of tampons, and was eating the cotton absorby things. I thought we had gotten them all away from him, but come to find out at 2 am again Thursday night that he had eaten another 2 and a half. It came out again in his puke. Dave came to the end of the bed when I was cleaning that mess up, and says, "Sarah....that could kill him! But I could see how thought that could be poop." Thanks honey, I know that it could kill him, it's not like I put the tampons in his food bowl and begged him to eat it. It's been quite the conversation piece. :)

Other than that, we have discovered our new guilty pleasure. It's a wonderful, magical place called Yogurt Mountain. Holy smokes, it's a little piece of Heaven in our mouths. They give you a bowl, there are like 15 soft-serve style yogurt options on the wall, and then on the other side there's a ba-zillion toppings. You then weight it, and pay. It's dangerous. Dave said we're going to have to work that into the budget every week.

Oh, and we're very excited that the dog trainers are coming this evening, in about a 1/2 hour. Oscar is getting very nippy/barky/hyper. Things that we don't need. This program is supposed to be wonderful, and they come and work with us and Oscar for around 4 hours. It's called How to Talk Dog, and we've been looking forward to it all week. I'll let everyone know how it goes. Maybe I'll be able to move my trash cans and plants back down to the floor and he won't eat them. That's a wonderful thought.....

Sorry I'm always talking about Oscar, but he's our little toddler. Our pride and joy. Most times.