A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor’s book. ~Irish Proverb
‘Tis hard for a doggin to get a good sleep around here these days.
Mama, you see, has gone and got herself a cold.
It started, so I overheard her say, last week, when she went to some sort of theater performance.
Well, what did she expect?
Taking off work in the middle of the week. Running around in the icy cold — without a hat, no less. Hanging with the lady who owns my fur mama (yes, I smelled her!)
Oh, Mama was all happy and stuff when she got back home. Singing Christmas carols, tapping her toes to the music in her head.
But my fur mama’s lady had a cold, and she passed it along to Mama.
Kind of like handing her a Christmas present, without the oohs and aahs.
Now Mama’s nose is all stopped up and runny at the same time. I’m not sure what that feels like — we dogs don’t get nose problems usually.
And Mama’s eyes are watery. Probably like the crying thing humans do when they watch sad movies.
And every so often, Mama explodes. She calls it sneezing, but I’m telling you, it’s akin to somebody beating a drum just after you’ve dropped off to the Land of Nod.
If I were the sick one, Mama would haul me to the vet for some medicine. But will she take herself to a doctor?
No, she will not.
She says she doesn’t believe in drugs. Says she gets bad reactions from them. Things like hives and stomach upsets.
So she’s trying to go it alone. Getting more rest (thankfully, she doesn’t sneeze then!). Drinking gallons of water and hot tea. Using up entire boxes of tissues. Complaining about feeling rotten.
We can only hope she’s well when The Kid comes home for Christmas!
Happy Christmas to all, and thank you for being our friends! We’re taking a few days off but will be back before you can miss us!