Picture This

Two nights ago Brett woke me up in the middle of the night and said that he heard Kersey barfing downstairs in her crate.  I was sound asleep and I think I might have grunted before rolling over and going back to sleep.

In the morning, Brett went downstairs to let her out and I heard him swear; then the crate door squeaked open; more swearing and him yelling "not on the carpet!" -- the screen door slammed, and it went quiet.

I went downstairs and checked the status of Kersey's bed.  It was... gross.  She had one of those fleece covered foam beds in the crate.  I took it to the wash rack in the barn and tried to hose off most of the barf before throwing it in the washer -- and then gave up.  It went in the trash.  She ate something that looked like bits of bone so I'm not sure if she dug up an old bone (Sedona buried them everywhere around the property) or ate some animal.

Last night, I put a clean blanket in her crate before we all went to bed.

At 2am, Brett woke me up again.  Kersey was barfing.  While I tried to resurface from sleep, Brett went downstairs to check on Kersey.  Some swearing, again.  Then the banging screen door and quiet.  I made my way downstairs and took the dirty bedding into the mud room where I scraped it off and got ready to put it in the washer.  Just then the backdoor opened and in came Brett.

Picture this -- he was stark naked, holding a flashlight, and wearing his slippers.  He said "I put Kersey in the barn."  Pause. "And I think I scared Tex."