It wasn't even intentional. You see, I gave the dog a baked potato. Who knew that maybe that wasn't a good idea?
Well, he gobbled it up, because, well, that's what he does.
And half an hour later he's throwing up everything that was in his guts. That's when John tells me that dogs can't digest potatoes. Oops.
The victim here is Christy, who gamely went to clean up the mess.
I think I'll wait a long while for dinner. I'm afraid I made stew.