You know who is making out great in this quarantine? Dogs. All they want in life is food, walks, and to hang out with their people. Now, they’ve got it. 24/7 for the foreseeable future.
Unfortunately, we had to make an unplanned vet visit yesterday. I switched Ro’s food too fast. I know, I know. I was feeling bad. She wasn’t eating her breakfast (but still plenty hungry for treats.) Not biting on bison, I thought maybe she’d dig on sweet potatoes and chicken. Alas, no. Not only did she not care for the new food, the quick switch created MAJOR stomach issues. Ugh.
Our vet’s new, quarantine-friendly procedures are really, really…. great, actually. Like, almost enjoyable. It was kind of a doggie drive-thru.
We pulled up. A tech came out to take all the relevant information. She then took Ro in while we hung out in the car, yelling out the sunroof, and fighting about which songs to play on my phone.
The vet then called with the diagnoses and prescription.
Basically, Ro’s now on a super bland diet. Normally, this would consist of homemade boiled chicken and rice. The vet (acutely aware of the situation) asked, “Do you have any chicken ‘cause last night I was at the store and all they had was plant-based sausage?” I gave her a quick freezer inventory and we agreed to feed the dog the vet’s food with a side of rice. She also got some subcutaneous fluids. This is getting incredibly boring, sorry.
Anyway, when they were done, they brought her back out to the car and I paid over the phone.
No wrangling them in waiting room filled with pissed-off cats. No fussing over who gets to hold the leash. No watching random-ness on Animal Planet. No forced reading about useless pet insurance. Just easy-peezy, in and out.
The others making out pretty good in this situation are little kids.
There seems to be a direct correlation between age and situational sucky-ness with this virus. The older you are, the worse it is… with a special poke in the eye for high school seniors.
Like dogs, little kids like snacks and hanging out. Well, they got that indefinite deal too.
On Day 2, we walked down to the “creek” (an area of controlled storm water run-off in our neighborhood.) I let them take their shoes off because, hey, why not add worries about giardia to my list? They then dug in the mug pit in our yard and played baseball with dad. The new food of the day was papaya. We agreed that it tasted okay but was too mushy (overripe) for a fruit salad so it got reincarnated as a smoothie. They finished the day with green cupcakes and sharing their St. Patrick’s Day presentations.
So, Day 2 was okay but I’m still not feeling any kind of rhythm. I wonder how long it takes for something to seem normal? Any thoughts? Let Rey and I know!
