Aug. 16th, 2025 08:21 am
dog days of summer
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I talk about them -- and post way too many pics in my stories -- over on IG and FB, but oh my goodness I love having two dogs. Love watching them develop a relationship with each other, and watching Molly fall in love with my husband.
Not loving that she has lately been cuddling with him instead of me, but hopefully that is temporary. She is mad at me because I took her to the vet. She is fine but she has developed a couple of crusty little bumps on her back and then the top of her head, and they made me nervous so I took her in. This is a different climate and environment for her, and I would feel horribly guilty if she had an infection or allergy and I blew it off. The vet thought it was nothing, just a little scab, but she took a sample and will test for ringworm, just in case.
It was also time to make more food for Molly, so I whipped off a batch this morning. Boiled chicken breast, brown rice, frozen green beans, all unseasoned. It's cooling now; when I finish this entry I will portion out 1/3 cups in snack baggies. I freeze them and my husband takes out two bags each day to feed her along with her dry kibble. It's a variation of how my mother used to make her food. Mom used to make a fattier version with boiled bone-in chicken thighs. After she removed the meat, she used the bones to make a chicken stock for Molly too, and poured it into her kibble. The food was then refrigerated in mason jars and spooned out over the course of a week plus.
After Mom passed, I continued the same process, but Molly developed horrendous diarrhea that lasted for weeks. I tried everything, with multiple trips to the vet, switching to all chicken/rice, etc. I assumed it was stress-related, mourning both of my parents and now I was there all the time, and I was stressed and crying a lot. Abby was suffering from diarrhea too, back home with a very stressed Richard. Eventually Molly (and Abby) got better, and we went back to Molly's regular diet, although I switched it to skinless chicken breast with no extra gravy. I assumed it was the fat that was causing the problem.
A couple of weeks after we moved home, Richard was feeding Molly from the Mason jar, and he took a whiff. He said the chicken had gone bad! It had been about a week since I made it. And it occurred to me that while we were in Florida I must have fed her spoiled food. Repeatedly. I can't smell so I would not have known.
Waves of guilt. Waves and waves of guilt! So that's why I panicked and took her to the vet for a tiny scab. I can't have anything be wrong with her, not right now.
And that's why now I bag and freeze her food. Which I need to go do now.
One last reason why it is the dog days of summer this weekend: Abby just went to the groomers for her summer haircut, and as soon as I finish the food prep I am taking Molly for a nail trim and then a self bath. Both girls are gonna be pretty and soft and smell so good!
I talk about them -- and post way too many pics in my stories -- over on IG and FB, but oh my goodness I love having two dogs. Love watching them develop a relationship with each other, and watching Molly fall in love with my husband.
Not loving that she has lately been cuddling with him instead of me, but hopefully that is temporary. She is mad at me because I took her to the vet. She is fine but she has developed a couple of crusty little bumps on her back and then the top of her head, and they made me nervous so I took her in. This is a different climate and environment for her, and I would feel horribly guilty if she had an infection or allergy and I blew it off. The vet thought it was nothing, just a little scab, but she took a sample and will test for ringworm, just in case.
It was also time to make more food for Molly, so I whipped off a batch this morning. Boiled chicken breast, brown rice, frozen green beans, all unseasoned. It's cooling now; when I finish this entry I will portion out 1/3 cups in snack baggies. I freeze them and my husband takes out two bags each day to feed her along with her dry kibble. It's a variation of how my mother used to make her food. Mom used to make a fattier version with boiled bone-in chicken thighs. After she removed the meat, she used the bones to make a chicken stock for Molly too, and poured it into her kibble. The food was then refrigerated in mason jars and spooned out over the course of a week plus.
After Mom passed, I continued the same process, but Molly developed horrendous diarrhea that lasted for weeks. I tried everything, with multiple trips to the vet, switching to all chicken/rice, etc. I assumed it was stress-related, mourning both of my parents and now I was there all the time, and I was stressed and crying a lot. Abby was suffering from diarrhea too, back home with a very stressed Richard. Eventually Molly (and Abby) got better, and we went back to Molly's regular diet, although I switched it to skinless chicken breast with no extra gravy. I assumed it was the fat that was causing the problem.
A couple of weeks after we moved home, Richard was feeding Molly from the Mason jar, and he took a whiff. He said the chicken had gone bad! It had been about a week since I made it. And it occurred to me that while we were in Florida I must have fed her spoiled food. Repeatedly. I can't smell so I would not have known.
Waves of guilt. Waves and waves of guilt! So that's why I panicked and took her to the vet for a tiny scab. I can't have anything be wrong with her, not right now.
And that's why now I bag and freeze her food. Which I need to go do now.
One last reason why it is the dog days of summer this weekend: Abby just went to the groomers for her summer haircut, and as soon as I finish the food prep I am taking Molly for a nail trim and then a self bath. Both girls are gonna be pretty and soft and smell so good!
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