how fast one can run, starting from a dead sleep, at 4:30 in the morning, at the first sounds of a dog throwing up on carpet. Not only that, but how quickly the thought process kicks in ... nanoseconds ... dog - floor? - no CARPET! GO!
We're talking Olympic contender here. Bed to the front deck in 2.02 seconds.
Carpet is fine. Dog is fine, although he's banished from the outdoors off-leash until he learns the compost pile is not his personal buffet.
I, however, am wide awake on the only potential sleep-in morning this week ;-). It's all good though; I should probably go check on the sheep anyway.
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