Dog

The dog...he has a very expressive face.

I was sitting on the couch, and he trotted up to me, tail between legs, with a very anxious and sad expression on his face.

I said, "Do you need to go outside?"

We started heading that way, and as soon as he made it to the tile floor, he started wretching. He vomited, but not the usual yellow pool. There was solid oblong object in there. It was still completed coated in bile, so I could not tell what it was.

I put a plastic bag over my hand and then picked it up. My hand told me what my eyes couldn't. Rat. Most of a rat, I suppose. My dog is no hunter, but he also doesn't usually eat stuff that has been dead for very long. I suspect this little rat was near-dead due to poison or something. So I'm keeping my eye on the dog. He seems fine now, but if starts to get sick, he may need to see a vet.

So I cleaned up the rest of the mess. Lots of bleach.

I still feel dirty.