Poor Wolf had a rough night tonight. First he upchucked some grass he'd eaten...those tender sprouts first thing in the spring hold such appeal for him, and Max, too. Then when he was upchucking, he did a strangled shiba scream...scared the bejesus out of me.

Later we were playing with one of his disembowled chew toys. When I went to pull on it (he loves to play tug of war) it got caught on his front dewclaw and I didn't notice. He did a shiba scream peep, and completely lost interest in the toy.

My poor Wolfie!

Borrowed from and first seen at Wystful's blog:

Your past life diagnosis: I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.

You were born somewhere in the territory of modern West Africa around the year 1825.

Your profession was that of a medic, surgeon or herbalist.

Your brief psychological profile in your past life: Ruthless character, carefully weighing his decisions in critical situations, with excellent self-control and strong will. Such people are generally liked, but not always loved.

The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation: Magic is everywhere around you, even in the most usual, most ordinary situations. Your lesson is to understand this magic and to help other people to see it, too. You are a magician! Do you remember now?

Click here to find out about your past life.

Awww poor Wolf. I hope he has a better day tomorrow.

Why do they eat the stupid grass, Wolfie always throws up afterwards this nasty green stew.

Oh Poor Wolf!!!!!

ummmm....my past life diagnosis only gave me the male version......go figure.....

Oh poor wolfie :(

Giz kept me up last Saturday night because he wanted to go outside to eat that stupid grass so he can puke. At least they are smart enough to know to do that.

Poor baby, those are the days I hated
:( I think it is harder on the humans in their life than it is on them :)

Awww...poor doggie. It always feels bad when doggies get hurt, especially when you're playing with them as you want them so badly to understand that it was an accident. Thankfully treats usually wipe out any bad memories!

OMG poor Wolf. I hope he is being extra extra special pampered for such a bad day!

Aww. Give Wolfie a pat for me.

I've always wondered why dogs eat grass, knowing it'll make them sick.

My friend's dogs crack me up, because they will literally suck the innards out of their toys. Weird. :)

oooh, poor wolfie! give him an ear rub and an extra treat from me...

i gotta go do that past life thingy now!

EEK. Wolfie needs to hang out with Sweetie not only was so upset that we left her this weekend, but she also ran smack dab into a coffee table when chasing a cat (she gets her grace from me.)

Goodness, hope Wolfie has a better day tomorrow. Maybe he should just curl up and sleep until then ;)

BTW, I was a digger/undertaker in my past life.

and who says it's a dogs' life?

WHY do they eat grass? I'm pretty sure my Lily thinks she's a cow. she also throws up if she refuses to eat her breakfast. Basset hounds aren't always really very smart...

Snicks has been after that fresh spring grass too. The problem with that here is that there is usually a "keep off the grass" sign somewhere nearby while he's munching. He's not *in* the grass, but...

I hope Wolf's feeling better.

My vet says dogs eat grass when their tummies feel icky -- something about it either triggers the vomits (removal of said icky-ness) or calms it down -- it's a shooting match which way it will go....So Janet, was Wolfie in a playing and forgiving mood last night?