I know I will get in trouble for this one. But since none of you are vocal as of late I’m going in for another entry.

The moral of the story: If you’re afraid of the answer you might get, don’t make the request.

A person, who shall remain nameless, was having a hard time getting out of bed this morning. A dog named Becket was in what I lovingly call hard-ball stage next to unnamed person. (Hard-ball stage, for those of you without animals, is when said animal is curled up in a ball enjoying a nice slumber.)

Unnamed person: “Becket, help me get out of bed.”

Becket: Looks up with glazed eyes and barfs.

On the bed, mind you.

Unnamed person suddenly has initiative to jump out of bed and start his day. Of course, the usual sequence of events related to starting one’s day does not usually include dragging the bedspread to the shower and spraying it down, but hey, it worked.

Under normal circumstances, Becket gives warning on when he may barf. That mammalian gag reflex and pumping of stomach will usually give us enough time to at least get him on the tile floor, or more conveniently outside. But, this morning a question was asked, and Becket responded—in a smart and terrier-like manner. Really, he did the only thing that he thought would work– he barfed. As a matter of fact, I’m surprised he didn’t ask for a treat afterward.

And people wonder why we don’t have children.