Trash, Barf, the Pits

Last Sunday, we had a little Father's Day get together and there was lots of trash in the trashcans.  The next morning, I got up very early and I was tempted by the various foods inside.  I don't know what got into me, but I went through every single trashcan and emptied the contents.  It was a lot of work since there were 5 trashcans in the kitchen.  My mommy found the mess and I got into a lot of trouble.

The next day, I woke up early again, and I went through the trashcans the second time.  I think I will plead temporary insanity because I'm a good boy and I don't do those things.  My mommy didn't give me breakfast or lunch that day and I was very hungry. That day, I barfed and pooped out some shiny things (my mommy called it aluminum foil). 

On Tues and Wed mornings, I barfed bile which got my mommy really scared since that's what started my cancer/tumor.  She told me that I better not let the tumor come back again.  

We had another party on Friday and I saw some caramel corn in the trashcan.  The smell just called out to me and while my mommy was in the kitchen, I tried to take it out, but she heard me and I got into trouble again. Sigh.

This morning (Sat), I barfed at 3 am and at 5 am.  The 5 am barf had my old friend, the peach pit.  I remember eating a whole peach while I was walking with my grammy, but that was over 3 weeks ago!  I guess it was stuck in my tummy this whole time.   I will blame my trash digging behavior on the peach pit because it somehow caused my brain to not work and be a bad boy.  Not guilty!