So today was the monthly “I’m super excited because my people brought home a new bag of food for me” puke. This type of puke happens about every time Ropy gets a new bag of cat food. This time he was so excited, he tried to climb into the rubbermaid container that Sara was dumping the new bag of food into. So anyway, he inhaled some food, came upstairs to our bathroom and starting the initial dry heave process on a rug. Sara quickly grabbed the rug, pulled it back and nudged the cat off of it. He immediately ran to the only other rug in the bathroom and yarfed up breakfast. What a worthless s.o.b.

Well…it’s Friday, December the 8th.  Second shotgun season for deer starts tomorrow so I came home from work an hour early to pack up my stuff and hit the road.  As usual, I let Ralph out when I got home.  As I walked over to the sliding door, I noticed a nice fresh pile of yarf that the cat left for me.  Do you notice how the rug is missing?  That’s because the little S.O.B. puked on it the other day and it’s still being washed.  I’m suprised he didn’t wait until it was nice and clean and back on the floor to defile it again.  Worthless M*(&^%#>”} F*&^$%%**

So today I came home for lunch and was getting ready to let the dog out.  As I walked over to the door to let Ralph outside, I noticed Ropy had left me a land mine.  This rug had been washed about two days earlier from his last upchuck so I’m really glad I bothered washing it.  That really helped the appetite for lunch too….bastard!!

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So Ralph has been pretty jealous of Ropy lately and demanded that he have his own website…so here it is.  Ralph the Dog.

Ok…Lightning does strike twice. This latest stomach evacuation has tied his previous best. It’s 7:15 am on Saturday, November 18th. I’m leaving for Green Bay for the Packers/Patriots game at 9 am. The alarm clock is set to go off at 7:20. All of a sudden, 5 minutes before my alarm is set to go off, I’m abruptly awoken to the sound of full body heaves. For a SECOND time, Ropeburn is on my chest, lining up his shot. Before I can do anything, he’s puked on me. I didn’t have time to push him off the bed before it happened, but I did have time to grab him by the scruff of his neck and throw him across the room before he could leave the scene. Ropeburn landed on the other side of the room by the bedroom window, where he puked again. I was going to take a picture for this site but was entirely too pissed to do so. The 5 minutes that he robbed me of might have well been 2 hours. Bastard!

The latest news in Ropeburn’s digestive expulsions came on Sunday. I got out of bed and fed the cat and because Ropeburn feels as if he’s famished, he proceeded to inhale his food at record pace. Later that morning, I went upstairs and found the first pile of yarf in the hallway. My bare foot found the other pile in the bedroom… He hid in the basement.