baby on a budget

I was down in the basement doing laundry and some general basement clean-up when I come upstairs to Mr. Savvy yelling "honey, I think your dog is sick", and a dog that was currently depositing her third pile of puke on the dining room window seat. I asked him if he could help contain the mess (meaning move the dog off of any upholstered surface) while I cleaned. His response... "but I'm a sympathy puker." I hated to burst his bubble, but I had to inform him that being a "sympathy puker" was not an excuse for letting the dog puke everywhere while you yelled from the couch.