I have found another benefit of having Das Boot. Sirbarksalot was barfing last night. Twice. Sooo gross. If you have experienced a large dog barfing in the middle of the night, you know this includes disgusting noises, shouts, a leap from the bed, lights flicked on, slider to outside open, dog bed changed, barf cleaned up (gross, gross, gross). So, when this all transpired last night, I was exempt from any jumping, leaps from the bed, opening the slider, changing dog bed and cleaning up barf. Remember, I am a Peg Leg.
When all the chaos started, Sirskatesalot took the lead and I rolled over to face the opposite direction with Das Boot. Das boot and I got cozy and settled while Sirbarksalot heaved, Sirskatesalot leapt from the bed, ripped the crate door open and threw Sirbarksalot outside. I offered a feeble, “Can I help you?” But Sirskatesalot knows I am a Peg Leg and cut me some slack. He took the bed outside, cleaned the crate, re-bedded the crate and put the pup back to bed. I cuddled with my pillows. Ah, so nice to be a Peg Leg at times like this. People expect so little of me.
And then, another disgusting round of barf noises from the crate. ”Sirskatesalot, Sirskatesalooooottttt! ” I scream while he is out in the kitchen cleaning up. Damn. Am I really going to have to get Das Boot and I out of bed? Aha, I spot my phone on the nightstand. I text, “Bring paper towels!” I hear Sirskatesalot immediately running down the hall. Ah, now I can go back to sleep. He bursts through the bedroom door,”Is he throwing up again?” I just roll over and groan. I’m tired. Das Boot has had to roll over, pull on the covers and resettle already three or four times.
But I am grateful to Das Boot that Sirskatesalot never even asked me to get out of bed. I am going to keep the hated Das Boot by my bed at all times so that when a kid or dog is barfing at night, I can velcro it on and skip all barf clean up duties. Das Boot sucks, but barf clean up is so much worse.