Once upon a time there was a dog named Trouble. Trouble's name fit him, because he was always in trouble. One time he ate a more than 50 hot dogs and got very sick. Unfortunately, Trouble was in the house when he got sick. It all started with my brother and my letting Trouble in the house, because it was so cold. We fed him the hot dogs and then began to chase him around the house. As we were running, Trouble all of a sudden stopped! We were nervous about approaching him, and as soon as we did, Trouble began vomiting. You think vomit, that easy to clean up, but not when it is on my mothers new $500 rug! She was at work at the time and will kill us when she gets home if she finds the rug ruined! My brother and I had no idea what to do! We quickly shoved Trouble outside, so that if he were to get sick anymore, at least he wouldn't ruin anything else of mom's. I ran to the kitchen and got the cleaner and some bags and some gloves. Trouble was fine outside and stopped getting sick (of course, right?), so we started cleaning. We cleaned, and cleaned, and cleaned until we thought we could not clean any more. All the stains except for one came out of the rug. We told Mom that Trouble ran under one of us and knocked something out of our hands so we would not get in trouble for letting him eat 50 hot dogs. Mom was not too mad, so all was well!
Once upon a time there was a dog named Trouble. Trouble's name fit him, because he was always in trouble. One time he ate a more than 50 hot dogs and got very sick. Unfortunately, Trouble was in the house when he got sick. It all started with my brother and my letting Trouble in the house, because it was so cold. We fed him the hot dogs and then began to chase him around the house. As we were running, Trouble all of a sudden stopped! We were nervous about approaching him, and as soon as we did, Trouble began vomiting. You think vomit, that easy to clean up, but not when it is on my mothers new $500 rug! She was at work at the time and will kill us when she gets home if she finds the rug ruined! My brother and I had no idea what to do! We quickly shoved Trouble outside, so that if he were to get sick anymore, at least he wouldn't ruin anything else of mom's. I ran to the kitchen and got the cleaner and some bags and some gloves. Trouble was fine outside and stopped getting sick (of course, right?), so we started cleaning. We cleaned, and cleaned, and cleaned until we thought we could not clean any more. All the stains except for one came out of the rug. We told Mom that Trouble ran under one of us and knocked something out of our hands so we would not get in trouble for letting him eat 50 hot dogs. Mom was not too mad, so all was well!