Poor Bebe, poor Tiggy ... er ... poor me?
Bebe has motion sickness! After about 15 mins in the car she throws up.  While she was smaller she would throw up in the corner on the dry bed... no major drama. She is growing like we put fertilizer in her food, so there is less and less space in the back of the wagon with both girls on board. We were coming back from a walk in the park today and Wayne looked in the rear vision mirror and said 'Tiggy is trying to climb in the back seat'. There is not enough space for her to fit. I turned around to see Tiggy with a panicked look on her face alternating one front leg and her head through the gap between head rests (that's all she can fit). The look on her face was pure 'Save me Mum!!'  Yep you guessed, I told Wayne to pull over. No it didn't occur to him.Tiggy's manners deserted her when I opened the back. She didn't sit and wait to be invited to get out. She bailed immediately. Poor Bebe had vomited... on poor Tiggy's tail   Why poor me? I hear you wonder. Because I was ducking my head down as Tiggy jumped. Yep thwacked in the head by a 'vomited on' tail.  Lots of bathing all round when we got home. |
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| Poor you Tiggy and Bebe. Sorry riding in the car upsets her tummy. Hopefully she'll out grow it, |
| ugh! Ginger cookies worked for us for the poor traveler. Just a couple before heading out. Poor Tiggs! Poor Mom!! |
| I swear I did not laugh at the thought you you being thwacked in the head with a puke laden tail! Hopefully BeBe grows out of it, poor thing. And poor Tiggy!! Oh and I guess poor you too.....  |
| Poor Bebe! Poor Tiggy! Poor Mim!! I hope for all of your sake Bebe outgrows her tummy issues soon! |
| You always write your stories with such good humour. Sorry I did laugh, and I can picture Tiggy's panic clearly and your husband being oblivious to the seriousness of the situation, just like mine would be. Once Russ shut the rear door on Busters Tail and was oblivious to Busters panicked yelps. No damage done, the door just got the fur but Buster was wary of the door for a while. |
Mady wrote: I swear I did not laugh at the thought you you being thwacked in the head with a puke laden tail! Hopefully BeBe grows out of it, poor thing. And poor Tiggy!! Oh and I guess poor you too..... I so knew you would be sympathetic and not laugh.  |
Mim wrote: Mady wrote: I swear I did not laugh at the thought you you being thwacked in the head with a puke laden tail! Hopefully BeBe grows out of it, poor thing. And poor Tiggy!! Oh and I guess poor you too..... I so knew you would be sympathetic and not laugh. Moi? Laugh at you? Never!  |
| Now let me finish the story for you..........not a tap, a tissue or even a piece of toilet roll in sight. Bet you cleaned out the car just hours before and not even an oily rag was to be found. All you could do was put her back in and hold your breath or at the very least hyperventilate to the point of passing out while you grip the door handle and pray, not only that she doesn't become the happiest dog in the car now that she's feeling better and start wagging that tail but that the council have miraculously shortened the distance home by a few miles so you aren't in that car for longer than you need to be. Does this sound familiar to me. You bet ya! |
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