This past weekend we went down to visit Sarah, and Rowdy got to play and visit with his friend Niely. This time on the way down, Rowdy puked in the truck. At least most of it went on the towels he was setting on, but I was none too happy at him at that moment. I noticed his distress before he erupted, but on the two lane road we were traveling down, I had no place to pull off before he blew.
I pulled off at the first available place and rearranged the towels and then headed on down the road. As we were traveling Rowdy looked over at me as to say, "When I say I gotta yak, it doesn't mean I have a farm animal from Tibet!"
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