I am thankful beyond words (though somehow I manage to find some) that my Brownie dog appears to have been healed. (See yesterday's post for de"tails" if you want the full scoop.)
Some of you animal lovers will rejoice with me.
Some of you great housekeepers will rejoice even more.
Some of you might not give a dog's behind about my pet peeves.
Yet, I am happy to report that my old canine unit made it through the night without an accident or an incident. (Accident is #2, incident is #1, by my definition.) I give God the thanks for the means He
gave to heal her:
-the nutritional wisdom via text from my animal-whisperer of a sister, Andrea, who advised me to boil chicken and rice, enough for three days' meals for Brownie. I had forgotten this was the vet's advice when Reilly had distressed bowels from being kenneled during the wedding weekend. She also said it was safe to give a Pepto pill . (Andrea used to be a vet tech so I trust her on all animal matters.)
-my daughter's recollection that the vet had prescribed an anti-diarrheal pill for Reilly, and there were two left over. I gave them to Brownie, one last night, one this morning.
-the rice I "just happened to have on hand" from Chinese carry-out on Sunday. Rice is not liked well enough at my house to be kept as a pantry staple, but I had enough to combine for Brownie's first two chicken-and-rice meals to stabilize her bowels. (The only Rice my kids get excited about is Ray Rice, the Raven.)
-my Facebook friends who care enough to pray for me, even the ones who dislike dogs or pets and can't fathom mothering one through the night or putting up with their literal crap
-prayers of other friends who texted their concerns
--immune systems and rest