She looks at me imploringly,
With eyes so big and sad,
‘Why can’t I have something off your plate?
It’s not as if I’ve been bad.’
How do you explain to a four legged babe
That the change is for her own good?
That titbits and biscuits are out of bounds
‘Til the stomach acts as it should.
We thought we’d turned a corner,
The treat disappeared in a blur,
But twenty four hours later
We were right back where we were.
It’s not her fault, it’s just bad luck,
She’s getting on you see,
The tummy can’t handle what it did,
As she rests her head on my knee:
‘One little bite surely can’t hurt,’
Is what she seems to say
But she’s not the one clearing up
When it comes out the other way.
No mess indoors, she’s good like that,
As she tucks in to boring rice
No doubt dreaming of chicken meat
Or a chunk of steak would be nice.
We’ve looked it up and there’s nothing amiss
To suggest something is flagging,
Her eyes are bright, her nose is cold,
And the tail is constantly wagging.
A few more days, we made progress today,
Almost normal, but not quite right,
Gently and slowly does it now,
Then her treats can see the light.
Not too many, and under control,
No doubt she may sulk and whine,
But realise that just by looking cute
She won’t get fed all the time.
Maggie’s OK, but at 15 appears to have developed a delicate stomach which we are trying to sort out by natural remedies that have worked in the past. She’s had a sample of the Greek yogurt I bought earlier and seemed to like that. Today she’s had chicken and rice, and polished that off too. There is also the chance that she is picking up on anxiety issues due to the Coronavirus outbreak so we are trying to act as normal a possible and keep to our usual routine.