“It’s Different With Your Own Dog”

March 28, 2006 at 9:23 pm 4 comments

Back in the days where I was very much troubled by emetophobia (fear of vomit), I would wonder with a sinking heart how I would handle a sick child.  I once fled my grandmother's hospital room when she threw up.  I ran away!  I didn't return to the room the rest of the night– even after a nice nurse assured me, "It's safe now." 

In that particular case, my mother was there to help my grandmother and comfort her.  So there was no harm in my flight.  However, can you imagine a poor child under the same distress watching its own grown mother trip over items as she rushes out of the room? 

Back in the day, mothers I knew would reassure me, "Oh it's completely different when it's your own child that is sick."  They sounded very credible, but without personal experience it was a theory I had to take with faith.

Well this morning, I witnessed an occurence that supports the speculations of all those reassuring mothers.  Sean and I are watching a friend's dog.  In the wee hours of the morning, I awoke to hear that dog getting sick.  Now– having two dogs of my own (nine and six), I am quite immune to dog vomit.  I've seen and cleaned up the works– pumpkin seeds, tin foil, oatmeal explosions, candy bar wrappers, even pieces of dead animals.  Once I even had the honor of working with "self-cleaning vomit".  The beagle ingested and regurgitated a bar of soap.  As I scrubbed– it lathered!  Anyway, the point is– I have plenty of experience with dog vomit.

This morning, though, I could barely look at that other dog's present, without feeling the urge to gag!  I got it cleaned up, but it was definitely a very different, and more disgusting, experience.

Science has set a precedent of drawing theories about humans based on experiments on animals.  In that same time-honored tradition, I declare those mothers are right!  It is different with your own child… because it is certainly different with your own dog!

Entry filed under: Dog Vomit, Emetophobia.

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4 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Carolyn  |  March 28, 2006 at 9:47 pm

    One time, Samhain projectile vomited all over the door and my leg. He was acting funny, so I thought he needed to go outside. I went up to the door to open it, but I didn’t get farther than getting my hand on the doorknob. He was about 2-3 feet away and it covered the bottom of the door and my leg. I didn’t gag at all. (I gag very easily. Just the thought of someone hacking a loogie makes me gag…. ugh.)

    Misfit has vomited once so far. It just looked like somewhat chewed soggy cat food.

  • 2. Clint  |  March 29, 2006 at 11:37 am

    Isn’t it “hocking” or “hawking” a loogie?

    Puke sucks. I have puked five times in my life. Age 4, 12, 19, 20, 31.

  • 3. tgaw  |  March 29, 2006 at 1:22 pm

    Wow– I thought your count would have been higher. I haven’t puked anything of significant volume since 1987.

  • 4. Christa C Coffen  |  February 18, 2011 at 1:18 am

    “As I scrubbed, it lathered” haha

    I just found your blog while searching ” McAfee’s Knob”
    And now I’m here reading it all from the start! I love the way you “write” and you’re hilarious 🙂

    Christa (mom of 4)
    Newfoundland, Canada


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