Hot Breakfast

Poor Bitty looked so forlon I decided to fix everyone a hot breakfast. I had some tripe, so I steamed it and while it was going I added some free range chicken broth with some low cal kibbles and chunked up a pet aspirin. Cold is hard on the little old/young crippled dogs. I added some flax meal for that crunchy nutty omega three boost.

The tripe, when cooked, was too rubbery so I tossed it into the food processor to chunk it up for the kiddos. At some point the lid flew off and the kitchen was plastered in creamy, warm cow intestine.

The kiddos thought this was an amazing sight, flying food, warm and yummy. And you know what, it was. It was tripe, not an atomic bomb. Not a forerunner of doom, and not a perfectly awful start to a Monday. Dogs are so smart.

The Numbers Matter

Bitty's extra years and fewer pounds (one) are really taking a toll now that the weather has turned cool and wet. She's currently nestled between my undershirt and t-shirt trying to dry her feet and warm up. I'm going to get some piddle pads today because there is no sense in making her go outside when it makes her so miserable. The other dogs, even Dottie, don't seem phased by it, running in and out and having a good time.

I don't think Bitty is having a bad time, but the temp and wet just isn't good for those old bones. But I do think she likes playing joey kangaroo, and that's fine cause I like playing mamma kangaroo. There are worse ways to start a week.