|A sad faced Coach peering up from the wheel well of the passenger seat.|
"Oh Coach! Poor baby." I grabbed his collar, because of course his first instinct upon losing his dinner is to get it back again by eating it. Mind you, this isn't his first time barfing. He puked on Saturday during our ride to lunch with a former student, but at the time, we thought it was the speed bumps that made him sick. Now, I'm not so sure. This trip was straight highway.
I'm nearing the restaurant. I plant Coach firmly to the front by the seat and as we are at a stop light, I take one of my nifty ziploc bags and reach all the way down and grab the vomit and, through my ziploc glove, maneuver it into the bag. Mission accomplished and before the green light too! Woot.
Coach gives me the evil eye, sort of. He's still feeling a bit woozy, but still kind a wants that vomit. I toss the puke bag onto the carpet in the back seat and pat him on the head.
|Coach is sitting a little closer to the passenger door, but still seems a bit nauseous.|
He's not happy about cars in general. In fact, we have been working on getting him into cars by feeding him in the car. So, breakfast and dinner take place in the car, which generally make him happy to jump in. Otherwise, he is hesitant and unwilling to get near the door. Sometimes he doesn't even want to walk by the car. It's something we are working on.
We arrived and we tried for another busy busy. He was on empty. But he didn't poo after dinner, so I knew he was filled with poo. I would have to be hyper-vigilant.
|All the librarians are sitting around a table at Panera and Coach is sitting in the middle of them on the floor. Left to right: Alyssa, Ramsay, Cyndi, Susan, and Kathleen with Coach down front.|
He made it all the way home without an incident. Who knew we would have such a delicate flower for a football coach?