I made a Japanese curry beef stew in the crockpot last week. It didn't come out so great, so no recipes for you. I took some to work for lunch a couple days, and then it sat in the fridge. Last night Doc Rock was cleaning out the fridge and decided to give the leftovers (mostly carrots and chunks of potatoes) to the dogs with their dinners.
This morning as I was lazily drinking coffee and perusing my favorite blogs at the kitchen table, Big Dog came over, leaned against my leg, and started making that toilet-plunger noise that indicates puke is imminent. Up came the carrots and potatoes--completely undigested. Ew. Reassured dog, cleaned up puke. Medium Dog came over, sniffed the spot, and went into the living room. Two seconds later (on the RUG!!!), another little pile of potatoes and carrots. Cleaned that up, grabbed the computer and my coffee, and made my way to the couch.
And put my foot right in a wet spot between the coffee table and the couch. Double Ew. And it was just wet--no pile of potatoes and carrots.
So, at some point before I got up today, one dog puked there, and one dog ate the puke. Probably Medium Dog did the puke, but not sure which one ate it. Triple Ewwwwww.