Listening to: Novocaine for the Soul (Eels)
Owen the collie/spaniel cross was restless - even by his hyperactive standards. He was up and down like the Assyrian Empire, pacing around the kitchen, getting on the pig "farmer's" nerves.
Sitting down for the daily, all-too familiar episode of The Simpsons, Owen followed me into the living room and threw up.
Amid the green goo was a pebble, a piece of cement and a stick.