Ha ha, am PMSL.
Yesterday afternoon husband decided to allow Inca up onto the love swing in the back garden, even after my telling him she had just had lunch, so don't swing for goodness sake. Did he listen? Nope. Did he swing? Oh yeah...
I got my own back, I guess (?) because I heard him yelp (husband, not dog) and there he was sitting on the love swing with a load of vomit on his lap.
Being the cruel person I am I failed to help, and instead hurt my stomach laughing.
He is out ther again with her - and this time he has taken the cushions off the love swing and has decided to lay on the ground instead.
I think he has learnt his lesson.