I'll set the scene a bit, not that it really needs it. Tuesday night we went to an ATC party to warm the new home of one of Mike's coworkers. There was a keg, jello shots and flippy cup. Need I say more? Here is the aftermath, in Mike's own words entitled "A New Begining":
Morning summary: I woke up at 5 and puked. Ate some crackers drank water and bedded down again for the long cold winter in hangover village.
1040: I wake up for the day and stand only to find I have the coordination of Bambi his first few seconds out of the placenta.
1120: Sven and I cuddle up to failure to launch, only Sven doesn't cuddle or recognize that his chubby friend needs to not move or have a small lapdog bouncing on his tummy.
1135: The deepest part of winter is over in hangover village with one snowstorm occuring over the comode. Then Sven gets the best idea he's ever had in his entire life (short as it may be). He says "let's go to subway" and I said "Woowoo woowoo Arf" So we did, and he waited politely in the truck. Now I'm halfway through my spicy and he's done with his meatball sub. And we both feel great!
The end.
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We ventured to the nearest McDonalds (which was not anywhere near the party) for some McNuggets on our way home to assuage the effects of all the tequila/beer mixed in Sam's belly. It seemed to do the job. Perhaps next time Mike will consider eating his remedy food while still drunk, to mitigate the effects of the keg, jello shots, and flippy cup. Just a suggestion.
Ohhh Mike. He's my favorite.
I think Mike needs to have a talk to Sven about what to do when people are hungover...dogs get it.
I think Mike needs to have a talk to Sven about what to do when people are hungover...dogs get it.
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