Hank the dog has a perch on top of my studio console, overlooking the street.  It allows him to bark, growl and nap – as he sees fit – while I work.

(Note: I’ve since upgraded his nest from an old sweatshirt to actual cushions)

During Tuesday’s podcast, Hank started convulsing in classic dog pre-vomit motion.  I lifted him off the newly placed cushioning and set him on the floor, where he puked at my feet – then stared at me.

Fear not, he rested up for the remainder of the morning (pictured below) and sprung right back to feeling fine!  All better.  Good boy.  Thanks for puking on the floor instead of the desk.