What joy can possibly come out of throwing up? Let Allie Brosh tell you in her latest post on Hyperbole and a Half where she recounts the hell of moving from Montana to Oregon from the points of view of her two dogs (referred to as "helper dog" and "simple dog")—one of whom threw up seven times in the car:
She actually seemed to like throwing up. To the simple dog, throwing up was like some magical power that she never knew she possessed - the ability to create infinite food. I was less excited about the discovery because it turned my dog into a horrible, vomit-making perpetual motion machine. Whenever I heard her retch in the backseat, I had to pull over as quickly as possible to prevent her from reloading her stomach and starting the whole cycle over again.
Oh, to be a dog. Dog owners, does your dog act like this? (I've never had a dog so I've never known the joy of owning one. Please, let me into your world.)