My suppertime is different today. Mom is cooking, just for me. Even though I don't feel so good, I know I'm a lucky boy! Chicken and rice, just for me. Mmmmmmmm. Thanks, Mom.
Harry had the runs for two entire days. I think it's because he chews on grass and the sad fact is that the management here puts too many chemicals on the ground. I always keep some quick cooking rice on hand for situations such as this. Poor boy, he was wimpering a bit and made me feel terrible. If he hadn't improved, we would have gone to the dogtor. But he bounced back pretty fast once he had a couple of "chicken soup for dogs" meals.
I watched him closely, particularly to see if he needed to run outside. He has gotten much better at communicating that to us - and now he runs for the door and puts his nose up to the doorknob! Yes, Harry, I get the message, loud and clear!
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