Sick as a Dog
Last Friday, my youngest son, Sam, decided to come over and spend some time with me. This is always such a lovely treat. Though the youngest of four, Sam is the quietest and most private about his life. I feel I have to engage in interrogation tactics to gain the smallest piece of information about his life. That's fine because it's part of the fun.
We decided to go have lunch at Crispers, a small restaurant specializing in salads, soups and flatbreads. They serve a delicious summer salad that I adore. Strawberries, oranges, praline walnuts along with blue cheese and smoked turkey. These last two items I ask them to omit as I am vegan. All those wonderful items sit atop a bed of fresh mixed greens and call my name. YUM YUM ! For some reason, I forgot to tell them to not add the cheese and meat...no worries, I just picked it all off and thought I'd bring it home to Jack the lucky dog.
Sam ordered soup and flatbread which he didn't finish. He was headed off to Starbucks for some studying after he dropped me back home so I took his flatbread home and picked off the chicken for Willow, my cat.
Everything went straight into the fridge.
The next morning, as I prepared Jack and Willow's respective breakfasts, I added the lovely little meat treats. Within a matter of minutes, Willow was in my tub with her body expelling this chicken. Yes, you read correctly...in the TUB! Ick Ick Ick...but that was nothing to what happened later.
I had an appointment at the Veteran's Clinic for some hearing tests and so was gone for a couple hours. Whenever I leave the house, Jack, the still-mostly-puppy, goes in her crate. She has been crate trained from day one and doesn't mind it one bit. She has NEVER made a mess in there. Not ever.
Until Saturday. When she was desperately sick.
I came home to a mess in her crate beyond imagining. Jack's upper and lower digestive tract had been massively evacuating. Her feet and belly...never mind...it was awful. So I got her cleaned up but apparently that was just the beginning. I prepared rice and pumpkin but could give her none of it till she was emptied. This took all day AND all night. In the yard and in the house. On the tile, carpet, grass everywhere. Poor baby. Poor me...dreamland was not visited that night. It reminded me of many hundreds of nights with my four little ones. Teething, fevers, flu...all of the wonders of child rearing visited again. By 5am it seemed she had emptied and we both finally got a little sleep.
So both Jack and Willow are enjoying the pumpkin, rice and boiled chicken diet as their tummies rest from the events of mom feeding them "treats". So far, so good.
The wonders of youth! She has rapidly recovered and back to her very naughty-get-into-everything self.
For me...well, my babies are better...so am I.
We decided to go have lunch at Crispers, a small restaurant specializing in salads, soups and flatbreads. They serve a delicious summer salad that I adore. Strawberries, oranges, praline walnuts along with blue cheese and smoked turkey. These last two items I ask them to omit as I am vegan. All those wonderful items sit atop a bed of fresh mixed greens and call my name. YUM YUM ! For some reason, I forgot to tell them to not add the cheese and meat...no worries, I just picked it all off and thought I'd bring it home to Jack the lucky dog.
Sam ordered soup and flatbread which he didn't finish. He was headed off to Starbucks for some studying after he dropped me back home so I took his flatbread home and picked off the chicken for Willow, my cat.
Everything went straight into the fridge.
The next morning, as I prepared Jack and Willow's respective breakfasts, I added the lovely little meat treats. Within a matter of minutes, Willow was in my tub with her body expelling this chicken. Yes, you read correctly...in the TUB! Ick Ick Ick...but that was nothing to what happened later.
I had an appointment at the Veteran's Clinic for some hearing tests and so was gone for a couple hours. Whenever I leave the house, Jack, the still-mostly-puppy, goes in her crate. She has been crate trained from day one and doesn't mind it one bit. She has NEVER made a mess in there. Not ever.
Until Saturday. When she was desperately sick.
I came home to a mess in her crate beyond imagining. Jack's upper and lower digestive tract had been massively evacuating. Her feet and belly...never mind...it was awful. So I got her cleaned up but apparently that was just the beginning. I prepared rice and pumpkin but could give her none of it till she was emptied. This took all day AND all night. In the yard and in the house. On the tile, carpet, grass everywhere. Poor baby. Poor me...dreamland was not visited that night. It reminded me of many hundreds of nights with my four little ones. Teething, fevers, flu...all of the wonders of child rearing visited again. By 5am it seemed she had emptied and we both finally got a little sleep.
So both Jack and Willow are enjoying the pumpkin, rice and boiled chicken diet as their tummies rest from the events of mom feeding them "treats". So far, so good.
The wonders of youth! She has rapidly recovered and back to her very naughty-get-into-everything self.
For me...well, my babies are better...so am I.
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| Poor sick Jack the dog |
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| My sick, kitty, Willow |
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