I'm home alone, the rest of my family is out of state for a wedding. It's just my German Shepherd and me at home to hold down the fort.

It's time for him to be fed, and I go to the garage to feed him. However, he is nowhere to be found. This puzzles me for a moment. "He should be in here," I thought. I open the door to downstairs and an ice cold draft hits me in the face. I realize he must have gotten in the house and shudder. This can't be good.

The night before, everyone was at home and we finished cleaning up the kitchen from a dinner of Chinese takeout. The leftovers were put in the garage since the fridge is full, and the near-freezing temperatures allow for a garage to substitute as a fridge.

Big mistake.

15 minutes after putting the food outside, I went out to the garage to see empty cartons of food, with a satisfied dog with a stomach full of Chinese food in his stomach. German Shepherds are smart dogs, it's nobody's fault but the humans.

Back to tonight. I walk down the stairs, a bad smell slowly filling my nose the further down I go. I turn the corner and see it...all of the Chinese food that my dog had eaten the night before, vomited all over the basement floor. I internally scream, knowing that there is only me to clean it up.

I still haven't found him though. Where could he be? Then I see him, hiding in the corner covering his face in embarrassment (yes, he gets embarrassed).

Any anger that I have for him goes away. He is still the little puppy I remember being able to hold in one hand. Part of me thinks he will always be a puppy in my mind. To a small degree, I understand now how parents feel about their children.

Moral of the story: don't let your furry friends eat Chinese food, ever, if you were considering it.