Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Sums up my day

The Meaning of Life
by Nancy Fitzgerald

There is a moment just before
a dog vomits when its stomach
heaves dry, pumping what's deep
inside the belly to the mouth.
If you are fast you can grab
her by the collar and shove her
out the door, avoid the slimy bile,
hunks of half chewed food
from landing on the floor.
You must be quick, decisive,
controlled, and if you miss
the cue and the dog erupts
en route, you must forgive
her quickly and give yourself
to scrubbing up the mess.

Most of what I have learned
in life leads back to this.

4 comments:

Elizabeth said...

You can see why I immediately thought of it when you told me about Fina. It also works when thinking about pukey boys...really boys in general (what's with all of the bodily functions that they think are funny?). :)

Cathy said...

Seriously. Lately Chris has become a huge fan of hiccups. Fake hiccuping and then just giggling. At least he hasn't found humor in other things...yet.

Elizabeth said...

Oh, he will. If your family is anything like mine, his father will teach him the humor of burping and tooting. At the dinner table. (why do we have to live with boys?)

SuperSillyAunt said...

Sorry ladies, you can't blame it on them being boys...my girls do the same thing:)
Abby smiles when she's about to get sick...before the dry heaves...and she'll even throw up in the toilet. She's such a smart doggy! The toilet thing is really handy when it happens at night when we're upstairs in the bedroom....the farthest room from any outside door! Sometimes I hold her ears back for her, ha ha!