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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!