Walking. With Sully. (Part 1.)

4:45 a.m. Here we go again.  Cove Island Park Morning Walk.  Well, not exactly.  Sully and I are driving Susan to the airport, and then we’re off to the park.

The House will be cleared out. For an entire week!  Sully’s parents are on Honeymoon.  Sully’s Grandma is going to visit her Mother. It’s now just the Boys, batching it for a week. Nobody nagging us on excessive treat consumption. Or our roughhouse play. No need to pick up our toys.  Just the Boys, Home Alone.

We’re five miles from home on our return from the airport.  I glance to my right, and Sully doesn’t look right. He’s staring up at me, his big brown eyes signaling distress. Oh, no, Sully.  Not here. Not now.  We’re on I-95, no exit for three miles.  Sully, please, just hold on. We’re almost home.

Sully now has the dry heaves.

We’re two miles out.

Sully, good Boy that he is, jumps down into the footwell, because he’s done this before, got yelled at, and he’s learned you just can’t puke on the car seat.  Footwell is ok, but not on the seat.

I’m watching him and keeping an eye on I-95.  He’s trying to get his footing, the car is moving 65 mph, his Grandpa is racing to get home.

One mile out.

Out comes the vomit, a thick stream of a white foamy, chunky substance, which begins to ooze up and down the floor mat. Thank God this is Susan’s Car.

Sully gently lifts one foot and then the other as the vomit coats his little foot pads.

He looks up to the car seat, and then to me, preparing to jump back up onto the seat.

No! You stay right where you are.

Sully turns his attention to the vomit. Sniffs it. Paws it. And then sniffs it again.

No! Don’t you dare eat it.

He’s frozen in place, as we take the exit ramp home.

Home Alone.

Boys’ Week.

Batching it.


DK Photo: Sully on Breakwall. 46° F. 6:30 am. October 10, 2022. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.


  1. “ Thank God this is Susan’s Car.” David!!! LOL

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  2. He has to adjust to being up so early…and out and about before sunrise. Needless to say, Andy always takes my car when out with our dogs..

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  3. Awwww
    Poor Sully, he must have been petrified!

    Now YOU have to deal with this!

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  4. Zeke was a car puker in his first year. Then it stopped…until his last year. Not fun.
    Thankfully the floor mat is removable and easily cleaned…

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  5. And now, on to ice cream for the boys! (Thankfully, animal-barf is much easier to clean than person-barf!)

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  6. Hilarious!

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  7. Awww, poor little man. Sounds like he struggles with a bit of car sickness. 😔 The next time you are going out, try giving him a little crystallized ginger before you go, and then just make it a short ride. My Dobe Emma suffered from terrible car sickness as a baby, but I just kept taking her on rides, short at first and gradually a bit longer, and giving her a little chunk of crystallized ginger to settle her tummy, and before long she was riding like a champ. 💪

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  8. That’s quite the start for your guys’ weekend. I trust Sully is OK now.

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  9. That’s why you have seat covers. But at least it wasn’t your car right? I’ve seen it to many times, but it’s usually Jet needing to pee. At least he whines loud.

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  10. Poor one, but lovely one too… Thank you, I hope you have a nice new week, dear David! Love, nia

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  11. The life of Riley!

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  12. Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
    Funny!! …”Home Alone. Boys’ Week. Batching it. Right.” … Enjoy!! LOL …

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  13. LOL. Sometimes “the world is too much with us” (the real world, that is). Oops! Didn’t mean to laugh, but anyone who’s been there, done that, would laugh because misery loves company. (Sigh! Sorry for all the quotes and clichés.)

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  14. Oh dear! Dear Sulley! Dear David! I think he’s giving you that look in the photo…2 hours later…. Sorry to be nagging you on “excessive treat consumption,” but do you still think THAT is a good idea?

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  15. Just like man and his weakness to his sins, the same can be said. A dog always returns to his vomit.

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  16. So sorry for laughing all the way through this read….. I think he was a very good boy, NOT vomiting on the seats! I guess he was homesick for Susan, first of all and then he was terrified with you alone in the car 🙂 😉
    I trust he‘s perfectly alright now and will be a good kid until your dear wife returns home. And with just a bit of luck the car won‘t smell badly by then either! Oh, the joy of having a dog.
    Mine did that too, the first few times right on the way ‚home‘ from the breeders …… later on rarely, but she peed a few times in her late years. Well, anyway, WELL WORTH the little trouble. They give so much and ask so little.

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  17. Poor little dude. Not you! 😂 Cars are not a dog’s invention! 🐶

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