Spewing Chunks

Cherryl, Kyle and I went to Utah the weekend of September 7th to See Eddie, Carline and Matix, and to be with GK and Suzanna to help bless little Van. I have a bunch of pictures but I left my USB connector at Eddie and Carline's so I have to wait for it to arrive by mail before I can download and show them off, but in the meantime we had an experience that I have to tell you all about.

Suzanna's family was having the wedding reception for her sister at their cabin up in Little Cottonwood Canyon (calling it a cabin is a little like calling a pavilion a tent; it's a real mountain getaway.)and Kyle and I went up to deliver some decorative lights. We had the dog with us and I was a little nervous about that because every time I have taken him in my car he throws up. Never once with Cherryl, only with me. She took him to Yosemite; 5 hours in the truck in and out of the canyons, up and down hills, never once. All the way to Utah, 11 hours and not even a hick-up. I take him down the street and he leaves a gift on the front seat. I should have named him Barfolomew.

Anyway, we're heading up 90th South into the lower bench. We had gotten some drinks when we left Eddies and I had just finished chewing my ice and put the cup in the holder between me and Kyle in the front seat when Woody comes up on the center console and sticks his nose in my cup, like he's looking for something to drink. I hear a small coughing noise and Kyle say, "He just threw up in your cup!". Sure enough, there it was. We both nervously laughed and commented on what a close thing that was and how lucky we were to have a cup, and that he used it. We pulled into a Walgreen's and I threw the cup in the trash can, and we went on our way confident
that we had dodged the bullet.

About a mile up the road we're now into the last houses and still about 2-3 miles from the cabin when Woody comes up and gets into Kyle's lap and sticks his head out the window, then pulls it back in and starts licking his nose and lips and salivating. Kyles says, "I think he's getting sick again!". I yell, "STICK HIS HEAD OUT THE WINDOW!!!. Kyle just barely gets him to the door when he lets loose with a bucket load. Kyle looks out the window and say "It's all over the side of the truck!" I had no idea till we got to the cabin and by that time it was dry as a bone and glued on tight. It was all over everything from the rear corner of the window to the end of the bed. I mean he must have stored up everything he had eaten for the last three days for this stunt.

Before I take him anywhere with me again I'm going to have to invent some kind of plastic bag that goes over his head, that will let him breath, but traps him in his own gift when he bless me with his last dinner.

Next blog I'll tell how Matix tried to take up rock climbing when we went with Uncle GK.