Even though the weather was hot and dry, all the fixin's for steaks on the grill, corn on the cob and fresh cool watermelon were ready. It was going to be an awesome Father's Day Feast...
...then there came a moment in which the DOG, our Duke, trumped all the festivities with his smelly, guishy bodily fluids.
It was an ugly moment at the dining room table when vomit and diarrhea flowed with stronger force than the iced tea. Our steaks no longer looked tasty. The watermelon was left alone to warm on it's own. And who can eat desert with all the noise of puking dog in the background?! (it drowned out the US Open coverage).
Sigh.
And then after it was all cleaned up.
He did it again.
(If he is not better by Thursday, this labrador has the potential to ruin not just a holiday function but our entire vacation plans. As no kennel will board him with a temperature and upset tummy.)
As my brave husband wiped up the vomit... a realization dawned on all of us. Duke had eaten the red ribbons our daughter used to decorate her daddy's Father's Day gift.
Dumb dog. That is how my dog who-will-eat-anything-laying around spoiled Father's Day.
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