I’ve Become My Mother In Law
It’s bad enough when we become our mothers. According to my children, I’ve gone a step further. I blame the dog.
My Italian Greyhound is very special. Very. And he has a sensitive stomach. Something must have gotten in there because he stopped eating, started vomiting, and ended up losing 6 of his precious 22 pounds. We can’t have that now, can we? The vet gave me two different medicines and suggested I try to give him some “higher quality” food. Whatever.
So there I am in the kitchen browning hamburger to mix with rice. For the dog. Just to nurse him back to health, mind you, then it’s Old Roy or nothing.
“Mom!” my daughter cried. “What are you doing?”
“It’s for Simon.”
“You’re turning into YaYa,” she said.
Yeah, there’s really no point to this story. Just wanted you all to know that I’ve become a woman who cooks for her dog. It can only get better.
by Lela Davidson on July 30, 2010
in It's All About Me
I’ve owned three dogs in my life–two as an adult–and I’ve cooked for every one of them. I guess every responsible pet owner is like your mother in law.
this oughta make you feel better. For a while there I was making scrambled eggs daily for Teddy b/c I thought his dry skin was b/c of what he ate. Oh and rice, I made rice for him too and put cottage cheese in his bowl as well. Feel better now?
The things we do for our pets. I’ve spent numerous sleepless nights caring for sick dogs or cats. Sleep right through the husband being sick though. I know, right!