This morning around 3 a.m.
Scott: What!? Hey! What is that SOUND?
Me: Erm? Huh? Erm? (deep, deep, DEEP in REM sleep)
Scott: Oh. My God. The dog just went INTO the bathroom to get sick.
Yes, yes he did. Hopped out of our bed, ran across the carpet, and puked up a piece of a Frisbee in the tiled bathroom. Right in front of my sink, but STILL…..Wow. Nicely done, Bailey!