Sporty: a monster or a scaredy cat?

So this week, I learned something that I've never actually thought I'd have to learn, when a dog thinks that its a big dog, it usually is afraid of the smallest thing in sight. It all started Tuesday night, I come home and everything is fine so I go about doing my normal routine, something to eat, television(Swift Justice with Nancy Grace) and onto homework, peer reviews first because those take the longest for some reason. While doing my homework, Sporty came up to me and wanted me to take him outside, so of course, I do what any other teenager would do, "Mom, Sporty needs out, and I'm busy can you take him..." Well of course my mom says no and I end up having to take him outside. While outside, he deliberately decided to take off for the back of the house, now keep in mind that I take both him and Harley out on leashes, and not those retractable ones either, which means that he almost yanked my arm off, but I finally got him to stop running long enough for me to see at least a glimpse of what he was chasing after. Who would have thought, he's a dog and what do dogs love to chase more than cars and the occasional mailman, yep you guessed it, A SQUIRREL, and not just any cute little squirrel. The ones in my back yard are evil, when they are mad, they throw nuts at you, and when you run after them, they just stand there like nothings happening and it looks like they are going to run directly towards you. So of course this time was no different, Sporty ran after the squirrel, and what happens next, the squirrel just stands there kind of waiting for the dog to do something. Well Sporty is kind of a dork in the sense that he thought that the squirrel would run away but instead of the squirrel running away, my poor little Sporty yanked my arm off again and ran toward the front of the house. When I let him in the house, he ran right into my mom's room as if to say something like a little kid would, for example the look on his face was like he was saying "Well aren't you going to do anything about these horrendous creatures that do absolutely nothing but scare me..." It was one of the funniest faces that I think I have ever seen him make. After something like that happens, you don't really think about it that much and it ends up just rolling off of your shoulders, but in my house, once one thing goes a little a-wall than something else has to. So I went back to doing my homework and Sporty went into another room, my room to lay on my bed. I didn't think anything of it until he kept coming in the living room and trying to get my attention. Unfortunately for me, I just kept on going back to my homework and didn't think of it until I was ready to go to sleep, well I walked into my room which was pitch black, and I stepped into something sort of gooey and wet. Obviously, I thought that something was wrong so I went to turn on my light, and stepped in the gooey mess again in a different spot. Not knowing what it was, I turned on the light to look and see Sporty's head hanging low like when he knows he's done something wrong, and looked on my floor but the "gooey mess" to find out what it really was... Turns out that something didn't agree with Sporty's stomach not once but TWICE. I think that when he was coming in the living room while I was doing my homework, he was trying to tell me that he had thrown up in my room but I didn't pay attention. Well I was angry but you know how when a dog is in trouble or sick they get their puppy dog eyes going, Sporty knows just how to milk it and I couldn't help but smile and forgive him, after all he didn't do anything wrong. During all of these festivities, Harley was in the front room watching Animal Planet and sleeping through all of the festivities.