Be forewarned that this post includes some gross subject matter. If you have a weak stomach, you might want to stop reading. I woke up this morning to dog barf. In three places. Dog barf is disgusting, and normally my husband will handle it for me, but this morning, he was already out the door. Wonderful. Let me explain that we have 3000 feet of tile or wood floors in this house -  and two area rugs. Guess where Charlie threw up? Yep, on both carpets. Not only did he throw up … [Read more...]