This house is full of fat girls. Mr. Peskie called my hounds “hippos” when he cared for them a few weeks ago, and I’ll admit they (and me) are a bit rounder than is preferrable. On top of that, Dharma has issues.
Dharma has USMI — the most common cause of urinary incontinence in adult female dogs (spay incontinence). She’s on medication and that works for the most part, but there are times she still has accidents. Those accidents occur more frequently the fatter she is.
A diet means that treats and special bones are limited along with food being decreased. What treats they do get are baked and have fewer calories.
Trips outside are no longer rewarded with a cracker smeared in peanut butter. Dharma hasn’t figured that out yet. Last night, about every 30 minutes or so she grunted at the bedside.
Grunting means “I need out,” in hound dog.
What she really wanted was some peanut butter in her empty belly. What I really wanted was uninterrupted sleep.
Tonight is our last Christmas celebration of 2021. Coco will be home, the Peskies will be here, Perry is off, and I’m making dinner. I’m so sleepy I’m not motivated to wrap the last of the presents. I may do what my mom did when we were kids… pull gifts out of the closet still in the shopping bags. Better still, I may just call in reinforcements.
PERRY!
** yelled in my best “always blame Perry for everything” voice.**
COVID cases are surging. They’re the highest they’ve ever been according to John Hopkins University. Thousands of flights have cancelled. We have live events scheduled for early January and I worry about the latest Omicron impact. One of the events has switched to virtual already.