This document summarizes an incident involving a dog named Baby. The owner finds black substance vomit around the house and initially worries Baby is seriously ill. However, the owner's husband realizes Baby dug up and ate charcoal he had buried from cleaning the grill. While the vomit was disgusting, Baby was not actually sick, just having an adverse reaction to eating charcoal. Baby is known to eat anything, even unusual things.

1. PETS, PETS, PETS!
BABY!

2. What do I know about Baby?
• Strange, Unusual, Funny Things:
• Dug out for cat food
• Ate bbq grill charcoal
• Catches lizards
• Eaten a whole box of treats

3. What do I know about Baby?
• Special talent or skill?
• Sings
• Memory?
• Foster digging out, Baby feeling guilty
• Bulldozing Anthony
• Rolling over whenever the doberman came by

4. What do I know about Baby?
• Name?
• No one could think of anything
• Eat or drink unusual things?
• Baby eats ANYTHING.
• She’s a canine garbage disposal.

5. Ate charcoal
panic
Throw up
She’s NOT
sick
Cleaned grill
Lookedlike
coffeegrounds
Foundmore&
more
Mr. Neal says
yikes!
Call the vet
Badstomach
problems
W
ait,Iknow!
On the carpet
She
dug
it
up
&
ate

6. “Oh my gosh, what is THAT?!” I yelled as I walked
into the bedroom. I curled my nose as I bent
down to examine the black, grainy substance on
the floor. I wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but I
knew where it came from: BABY!
As I grabbed paper towels and plastic bags to clean
up the disgusting mound of vomit, I found more
and more of it scattered across the bedroom and
into our closet. Gross!

7. By this time, my husband came strolling by to see
what the commotion was about.
“Can you figure out what THIS is?” I asked as I
pointed to the many mounds of ick.
“Oh dear,” he said with worry. “Baby’s must be
really sick. If we have patients cough up anything
that looks like coffee grounds when they’re on
the ambulance, that’s a sure sign of a stomach
bleed.”

8. “Quick! Get the phone!” I stammered. “We have to
call Dr. Johnson and hope she’ll see Baby
immediately!” I yelled as I began to panic.
What if Baby was really sick? What if she might
need to go into the hospital? I was incredibly
worried.
Luckily, Dr. Johnson, being the lovely woman she is,
agreed to see Baby as soon as possible, even
though she was booked solid.

9. She asked me to collect some of the remaining
vomit and bring it with us to the office for
examination.
I scurried into the bedroom closet (where three
piles awaited my arrival) and scooped up what I
could. It was nasty.
That was when I heard it.
“OH NO!” my husband cried.

10. “What? What?” I bellowed as I ran toward the living
room to see what the matter was.
“Baby’s NOT SICK!” he said with a little irritation in
his voice.
“Are you sure?” I asked. I was pretty skeptical that
he knew what he was talking about.
“Yes. I’m sure,” he said most calmly.

11. “How do you know for sure?” I asked.
“Well, I know what she threw up now,” he said
confidently. “Yesterday I cleaned the grill and
scraped off all the blackened charcoal. Instead of
throwing out the charcoal, I buried it in the back
yard…over there, in the corner. Baby must have
dug it all up…and ate it,” he said with clarity.
“EEW!” I said, disgusted. “No wonder she threw up.
That’s gross!”

12. “I think you should call Dr. Johnson,” he added. “I
don’t think we need to take Baby to the vet after
all.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “You’re right. Gross. She ate that
gunk off the grill. I really shouldn’t be surprised.
After all, she will eat ANYTHING.”