There is nothing like coming home. Opening the door. And your senses being assailed with the utterly disgusting stench and sight of 3 day worth of kitchen garbage all over the floor. Now how a dog with 2" front legs can get the kitchen garbage tipped over I'll never know. Most likely she had a willing accomplice in Charlotte Pup-Pup. But that is neither here nor there as Charlotte wasn't sick at all. And Clarice....well she was outside pulling her very best pukey puppy faces.
Poor little Clarice-a-mo. Lay your head down on a pine cone and take a nap.