Bad dogs get tummy aches

Tristan got my dinner again last night and it is revisiting us today. Just as I started to prepare dinner my cell rang with a call I needed to take. Bad move and bad dog. I was only away a few minutes but Tristan had removed the cooked roast from the pan on the counter and was half way through eating it.

He's paying for being naughty today. I am too as I follow him around on the mop up patrol. Too bad dogs can't use air sickness bags. Tristan gives a tiny little whimper to let me know he needs to go outside to upchuck and I hop to it but sometimes it comes on too fast. Tristan looks so embarrassed every time.

Somehow I don't think he'll remember the misery the next time a tempting entree is available for pilfering.