Mom and I spent the day in bed--no not the day, the afternoon. I was feeling punk, and had been hopping around on three legs. It was the front leg, don’t know why, it is usually my hind leg that acts up. The whole idea of food and water turned my stomach. I did lick water off Mom’s finger though.
As I said Mom and I spent the afternoon in bed.
Mom read, that is between sneezing fits. I slept when she wasn’t waking me with all that sneezing—she called it a head cold.
That night I got my appetite back, and gobbled up some “Grandma’s Soup.” Wow! How good was that! I’ve been on a bland diet, (I’m not supposed to have fat—that’s a bummer.) That soup, though, fixed me up. Grandma’s soup is a recipe from Mom’s mother-in-law. It’s tomato based, has hamburger, onion, celery, carrots, and a secret ingredient, PIZZA SAUCE. El Yum-o.
I drank water, and I’m feeling much better, thank you.
I even went out in the car with Mom yesterday.
Things are looking up.