Trannies and Vomit

I was having a RuPaul's Drag Race marathon last night.  (You can watch full episodes at logo.com) I love those queers.  Their crazy costumes kinda make me want to put on girl drag, you know, wear mascara.  In the middle of the marathon, Bucket comes running in with something that doesn't look like he should be eating. I made him spit it out.  I thought it was wood, but then I smelled it.  It smelled distinctly fungal.  About one episode later he was puking all over the house.  As I was cleaning one vomit up he would go somewhere else and vomit.  For such a little dog you would not believe the volume his stomach can hold. Then I called Am/Pm Animal hospital and the guy was a total fucktard.  I asked how much is too much vomiting.  He said, "Well, if he vomited more than once I would be concerned." Um, no.  I don't go to the emergency room when I vomit twice. That is absolutely ridiculous.  His tone said I was a terrible person.  Turns out, Bucket vomited everything out and then he was fine.  That is what vomiting is for, the body's eject button.   I called another animal hospital and they told me what to look for, cause for concern and when to bring him in.  I didn't have to and everything is fine.