He's on the grass, and I can't sleep

I woke up at 4 am on the dot this morning. My right arm was asleep, I was hot, and I was WIDE awake. Not sure why. Then I started to hear these strange noises. I lay there for awhile and as I listened closer... I finally realized it was Bogey's stomach. The poor guy was laying down by the foot of the bed; I put my glasses on and looked at him, and he lifted his head and looked back at me like, "I don't feel so good." So I prayed for Bogey... prayed about some other things... my ear was kinda bothering me... then MY stomach started growling... and I finally just got up at 4:27 am.

I checked the computer, read through some emails about the Scorchers tour through Europe, and Ginger (from the wildhearts), Mikey's Funnies, then got on the blog. I actually had some comments left during the night. And I was visited by about 7 different countries. Then, sure enough, here comes the short little dog waddling towards the back door. Yep, he wanted out. And guess what he immediately does? He heads for the grass - and starts nibbling.

I thought I remembered there was a reason dogs ate grass, so I googled "Why do dogs eat grass" and found a ton of sites like THIS ONE. There are a variety of reasons they eat it, but one is definitely for stomach problems. It makes them throw up. Isn't that weird that they instinctively know to do that? When we run to the medicine cabinet, they run out and chew some green. Apparently though, some dogs actually like to eat vegetables too (to help with digestion, and just because they like it). Hmm... never thought about offering him some broccoli.

Well, after a couple of trips outside, it appears the grumbling tummy must be getting a little better. I suppose it's too late to try to go back to sleep. This day may require a nap.