This morning I was awakened by the sweet sound of Georgia getting ready to puke. That always gets me out of bed in a big hurry. Fortunately, today she was considerate enough to aim for the rug instead of the carpet. I’ve been known to rudely drag her onto the linoleum when she started gagging in the past. I am totally going to be one of those mothers who’s running to the bathroom holding my kid by the elbows while he’s spewing all the way down the hall. Like that visual?
Anyway, I’m somewhat at a loss to explain how Georgia’s stomach functions. She doesn’t throw up often, and when she does, 99% of the time I discover that it’s because she swallowed something indigestible (ex: a greasy paper towel stolen out of the trash. Oh, those paper towels are so tempting! How could any dog be expected to exercise self control? Kidding.) However, there were plenty of times in her youth that she swallowed something that was not food and managed to both keep it down and pass it along naturally. Things that come to mind include CD pieces, a sock, and the insoles from my running shoes. This morning the culprit was two blades of grass that she ate before dinner last night. How does her stomach filter out the kibble and keep the grass from passing through? It will likely remain a mystery.
