Foamy Footwear

So we're running late this morning, and I'm standing in front of Reese's closet holding her so she can inspect her wardrobe and decide what to wear (she drives me INSANE), and I hear the telltale "HORK! HORK! HORK!" sounds coming from the living room. I haul butt out there, but I'm too late, Indy has already made a deposit on the carpet. She only vomits like once a year, and it would make perfect sense that it would be the day after I cleaned the carpets. I shout at her and kick her outside, then peer at the mass of material plopped by the baseboard- yes, it was RIGHT up against the wall too. She wanted to make sure the bile was able to seep down into the crevice. So it's one my socks, all slathered in slime and yellow ooze. I'm like "You should've been able to pass that!" Stupid dog, doesn't she know what'll fit through her poop shoot?! Then I go to pick it up, and realize there is a little pink sock adhered to the other side of mine. Ahhh, so that explains it. If I hadn't been so agitated, I would've thought to take a picture of it to put on here. As a matter of fact, it would've made a perfect "Guess what this is" entry. Next time.