My morning started as it always does, with my letting Dex outside. Upon her swift return, she always gets a cookie. About five minutes later, I was checking email when I heard the unmistakable, gulping rhythms of a dog about to barf on my rug.
"OUT! GET OUT!"
Thus was I, tea in hand, standing on my deck watching Dex yack. When done, she trotted back toward the house, stopped, went back, fished the cookie out of her vomit, and happily gulped it down.
"What's for breakfast?" a voice called from inside the house.