Herschel puked on the dining room rug this morning.
He's my little dog who suffers from a somewhat punky stomach and a condition called shaky white dog syndrome (it's a real thing...not just an amazing band name). And these things make him puke.
The thing is, I have a completely sympathetic gag reflex. So if anyone's puking, I am too. This has been proven in many informal studies I've conducted with my kids, drunk friends at parties, and Herschel.
So this morning when I heard Herschel revving up (thank God he lets us know he's about to blow), I tried to get him outside - or at least to a hard surface. But I didn't make it. He puked all over the dining room rug. There was a dime in it...I remember that at least.
Immediately gagging, I went through my options:
- Pretend I didn't see it and have my husband take care of it when he got up. But that would be a pretty rude awakening.
- Get my other dog Penny to eat it...sort of like a self-sustaining ecosystem. But then I thought, what if Penny throws up Herschel's throw up...and things got way too meta.
Threw up only a little.
Cleaning up Herschel's puke made me think of all the things I put off in my business because they make me want to heave: following up on unpaid invoices, reaching out cold to people I want to work with, figuring out the Facebook pixel.And then I remembered that sometimes I just need to take care of business, no matter how much I want to avoid it. After all, it's the decent thing to do for my business.