Night of Epicness

Epicness started at 2:30 this morning.  That was when one unnamed dog started in with lovely sounds of puking.  Apparently he just ate too much.  Two hours later, the epicness continued.  Unnamed dog number two needed to number two.  Unfortunately, the cats had conspired and knocked over the laundry hamper, trapping him on one side of the bed.  We woke up to the sound of his Alzheimer-ish footsteps in the corner of the room, followed shortly by the aroma of poo.  "Dear Jesus..."  Epicness culminated in the form of kitty hork a little while later, courtesy of Sir George Boogers.

Guess we might as well get up and take some pups hiking.  Hope that we aren't encouraging Round 2 for tonight.

Foreshadowing