DON'T READ if you have a weak stomach

I laughed until I cried!  Today Finn say our vet for a well doggie visit.  We also had to take Watson in for his shots.  Let me start by saying that the appointment was for 10:00 a.m.  Jeff had a dive trip planned for 4:00 that afternoon.  He was wearing the clothes he intended to wear on the way up.  Finnegan changed everything!  My purpose for telling you the appointment time was to give you a reference.  Finnegan eats once a day in the evenings.

Saturday morning found us on a walk at 7:15.  We walked a mile, got some cleaning done and loaded the mules (animules) in the car.  Finnegan had his head out the window, ears flapping in the wind, standing on Jeff's lap.  Then he turned around to look at my side of car...and without warning, or fanfare promptly barfed his dinner, partly digested from last evening on Jeff's leg, our leather and upholstery seat and worst of all in between the seat and center console.  Unfortunately for Jeff, I didn't even have time to warn Jeff between howls of laughter not to put him hand down on his leg, which of course he did.  Finn went right back to looking out the window.  Jeff too had his head hanging out the window.  I was howling with laughter.  We believe that too much air got mixed in Finn's tummy.  I stopped by Fred Meyer to get Jeff and new pair of jeans.  

Fully intending to clean out the car when I finally got home later this afternoon, we had a freak storm and the power was out.  Now I get to look forward to that task in the morning...I am not laughing quite as hard now.  Still, I have to admit I was giggling as I wrote this just picturing the look of horror on Jeff's face when he set his hand down.  Priceless.

Somehow, no picture would do this story justice:-)