The Mystery of the Missing Throw-Up

 

The Mystery of the Missing Throw-Up

(Domestic Life on Wheels)

Last night was a rough one for little Oliver (our pup) and me. He wasn’t feeling well, and I couldn’t sleep either. We were up on and off starting at 2:30 a.m., and by 5:30 a.m. we finally gave up on the idea of “rest.”

Oliver threw up twice early on, once on my blanket in bed (lucky me) and again during a short walk. When we came back, I took Keetna out for her morning walk. Upon returning, I headed to the bathroom but soon heard Oliver making that sound again.

All I could think was: Please, let it be on the tile floor!

When I came back into the living room, I scanned the scene like a crime investigator. Nothing on the floor. Nothing on the sofa. I was puzzled.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Keetna lying near the dining room table. My gaze zoomed in. Oh no.

There it was. Throw-up. On her back.

Apparently, she had been lying next to the sofa when Oliver leaned over and… well… shared his troubles with her. Instead of mopping the floor, I ended up giving poor, clueless Keetna an early morning bath. She looked at me the whole time like, What did I do?

RV life is never dull and always an adventure.