Poor Henry

I came home to find that Henry had puked all over the first floor. I sat down at the computer after cleaning up and taking him out, and he curled up in the corner of the office. It is kind of hot, and I guess the wood floor is comforting to him?
I hope he feels better tomorrow. I think he may have to go into his crate- I'm too tired and pregnant to come home from work and clean all the carpets.

Henry taking a break from puking by resting with his nose against the vent. No wonder his breathing sounded funny...