Let me start by saying Bailey loves the frisbee, but the way she plays frisbee is a bit odd. It’s less about catching it in mid-air and retrieving it, and more about running in all directions, finding it, and then tackling it to the ground like a living creature. Exhibit A:
So what’s happening in my world, keeping me from posting on this lovely blog? Well, I could tell you work, but let’s not go there. Why don’t I tell you about the other part of my life that’s becoming a real time-sucker. It’s an upset stomach.
The “upset stomach” is not a people stomach either. The furry friend you’re used to seeing here on this blog seems to have baffled us once again. Bailey has been dealing with an upset stomach for weeks, maybe even months now. Yes, we took her to the vet and after a couple hundred dollars in prescriptions and recommendations, the word we don’t speak anymore, the “D” word, is back again. The baffling part of all this is that her temperament is pretty normal, and her upbeat and wacky self is always ready for a wrestling rematch in the dining room. So that’s a good sign. The down side is that she’s almost skinny enough to walk down the doggy runway.
Could it be the water? Food? Lawn chemicals? An allergy? Stress? I’ve read about them all, and switched a couple things around in her diet including feeding her a little arroz con pollo each day- her fav. That all seemed to help, until I had a lapse in judgement and gave her a rawhide bone- whoops! I paid the price for that mistake.
Then I took it a step further and changed her food all together to Natural Balance, sticking with a couple spoonfuls of rice mixed in. That seemed to “plug” the situation. But I could tell it wasn’t solved. I have a feeling that although we take her on a run a few times a week, the change in my schedule is affecting her. I’m home later, her eating schedule is off and her walks are becoming a little less frequent. That could have something to do with it.
I did a little more online reading and kept coming across people mentioning 100% pumpkin, and that it worked for their dog. I thought that it couldn’t hurt to try it, so I grabbed a can, gave her a couple tablespoons in her next meal and voila! We’ve got a solid one, folks! It’s been about a week and things are looking up every time I look down at the grass. So for now, pumpkin is on the menu!
What is it about bones that dogs love so much? Well, I’m not sure. It would be comparable to us chewing on a large, hard, tasteless rock I suppose. But to them, bones are probably one of dog’s seven wonders of the world. It could have to do with relieving stress or tension, but seriously, what does Bailey have to stress about? Or, it could be simply their nature to scavenger and chew on just about anything, and that I could believe. We’ve also always had this theory that B was a cow in a previous life because of how much she “grazes” outside, and so when we bought her a cow femur it wasn’t surprising that she fell in love with it.
Where I’m located, spring (and some would say summer already) is upon us. The days are warming up to 80 already, and the mornings have been consistently foggy. I can’t say that I mind swinging open the curtains each morning to find the field behind our house a pretty misty white or yellow as the sun rises, and surely Bailey doesn’t mind it either. I’ve noticed that it’s harder to get her to come in with all of the interesting smells the fog must bring. Yes, another summer is almost here…
What seemed like an innocent package at our doorstep turned into a night full of surprises, brief sadness, barking, and full stomachs. Let me begin…
I was a bit over-cautious, I’ll admit that now, but when you hear scratching on the inside of a package that says PERISHABLE, you gotta be. Even B wouldn’t get too close, so we called in reinforcements.
By the time my husband walked in the door, I had deduced that this must be a seemingly wonderful holiday gift from a work vendor no doubt, because the previous year we received a couple of lobster tails (just the tails, frozen and non-living) in a similar package. But that package wasn’t filled with the sounds of scratching claws.
Once my husband got home I started thinking, “Silly me, I could have opened this package up myself like a big girl…it’s not like the lobsters are going to be sitting there, ready to jump out at me! They are probably securely wrapped up in….whatever you wrap a living sea creature in.” But sure enough, we popped the lid off and there they were, crawling all over our cob of corn! I was a bit freaked at this point.
They waived their claws at us, whether it was a greeting or out of protest, we’ll never know. At that point I couldn’t help but name them…Lobby and Lucy. Some of you are thinking that it’s just wrong to name something that’s going in your stomach, but I felt it was more cruel not to acknowledge their existence in my kitchen. Plus, I had to talk with Lobby about giving up our oyster crackers he had clenched in his tail, and I felt bad saying, “Hey you!” Anyways…
Do these things come with an instruction manual?