Pukefest 2009

Yep, that's the title. All 4 furkids have been puking and I am SICK of cleaning up the vomit. It's their own doing too, the little stinkers.
First culprit is the cat from hell, Nikita.
She gets into the garbage can and eats who knows what. I go downstairs to let the girls (Bailey and Evie) out to do their business and see Nikita's been dining on garbage when she has a bowl full of food to eat. So early this morning, she's puking it all up, and I'm cleaning it all up.

Second culprit is Mason, Mr. Tug o War with the Christmas Tree decorations. When I was putting them on, he was grabbing the other end of the ribbon and pulling it off. If I didn't win, the tree was going to come down. It was funny but it wasn't. Well, that night he got what he wanted, and but his stomach didn't want it and I had to clean that mess up.

Next we have the 2 mouskateers, Evie and Bailey. They do this constantly but never, ever learn their lesson. I guess this is why they call Boxers clowns and the children of the dog world. They like to come in from outside, drink a TON of water, then run upstairs and jump up and down on my bed. No joke. So when I go up there, I tell them to stop jumping because they are going to puke. They don't listen, love that I'm talking to them (even if it is reprimanding), and do the infamous boxer butt wiggle. Next thing, one of them gets that wide eye look and blllaaaahhhhh, up comes the water. Lovely.

Now you know why I call them my furkids. Because I spent the past week cleaning up puke, just like any mother would do when their kid was sick. Except my kids do it to themselves, it's not from the flu or a virus. They are just goofy.