that starts with a pile of dog vomit in your bed. Blergh. Mr. Bump didn't love his dinner last night, so he set the remaining mushrooms and sauce on the floor for Ruby to finish off. Apparently it didn't agree with her either, and she didn't want to bother us, so she just threw up in the bed between us. On the comforter, and the sheets, which bled through to the mattress pad but thankfully not the mattress. I'm not sure when she did it, but it was an unpleasant wake-up call.
But! There have been good things happening, too.