Arthur has been good lately and lulled us into believing he could be left out of his crate. He crawled through the cat flap and dragged a 30 lb bag of dog food through and ate most of it. That night when he got sick he ignored the hardwood floors and vomited the contents onto the white shag rug in my bedroom. It’s the only carpet upstairs. Arthur is a very smart, loving, good dog. He’s also kind of a jerk.
King Arthur, and the barfing night of the round rug
