Timing, It's Everything

Sometimes I think it's a game the dogs are playing with me. Seriously, how is it that I can be awakened in the middle of the night to the sound of a dog doing the heave ho's and can never get there in time. I fumble to get the blankets off, then I fumble in the dark for the light switch. By this time the dog is near the crescendo of puke preparations, making that heave ho sound while moving its belly up and down. I trip over the other dog sleeping on the floor, bang my shin on the end of the bed, and just as I reach down to grab the dog that is about to puke, the dog pukes. And never on the easy to clean up hard wood floor. Always on the rug.