While baby-sitting my sister’s dog* in 2000, I woke up with hypo heaves, barfed my breakfast into the bowl I’d just emptied and proffered it to Bubbles, who didn’t think it stupid at all – gobbled it up with great gusto (for her taste, regurgitated baby cereal must’ve been quite tame – I’ve seen her devour rotten sheep guts, too :-9)
*rottweiler {in size} x bull terrier {in shape}, who imagined herself small enough to sit on your lap