I don't know why but my tummy hurts. Dad came home and walked us like always and I felt ok. Then about an hour after I ate, I threw it all up. Poor Dad was home alone cuz silly mom was still at work. He was trying to keep the boys away from it while he cleaned it up. While he was doing that, I went and puked again. Then he called mom and got her voice mail. He left her a message asking how to clean the carpet. Shouldn't he know that by now? Anyway, I went and laid down and felt better by the time mom got home. I wanted her to give me some of her food but she wouldn't. Doesn't she know I'm hungry since all my dinner came back out? She told dad not to give me anything either. Hmmm, I do feel better so they should give me a little snacky at bedtime. Dad even said I would have to sleep in my crate so I wouldn't yak in the bed. Humans are funny about bodily fluids in their sleeping area.