Thursday, October 4, 2007

Oh..poor baby!......................




This is what a ShihTzu with a tummy-ache looks like.

Pitiful....

So sad....

But his Daddy loves him so....

Braxton's tummy does some very loud rumblings at times. We don't know why. We have him on "sensitive stomach" food. And we don't give him any left-overs or people food at all.

Except carrots.

He loves his carrots....

....but even with carrots we only give him those small, baby carrots. Which are probably not baby carrots at all but regular ones that were slackers in the growth department.

Or they were really ugly and bent and weird looking. But they call them 'baby carrots' so they can charge you an enormous amount of money for them...

Uh oh. There I go being all negative and grumpy.

I guess I get that way when Braxton has tummy troubles .

I think it's because I know what a grumbly-tummy feels like. Like my pants are too tight. And you can hear the rumblings. And it's like you're harboring an alien in there. And you know for certain what a balloon must feel like....

So I feel bad for Braxie - his fur must feel too tight. He can't eat smothie-tums. So we have to force Pepto on him.

And all over him. And he turns pink.

I do love the color pink - but not on my pup.

So hug your pups, or your kitties, ferrets, hamsters, gold fish, or kids. And show them you love them enough to make them all pink. And they'll feel all better in the morning.

Or, as my now almost 21-year old grandson used to say, get all 'well-ed up'.....

G'night Braxie - feel better....

Love,
Mom
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3 comments:

Mrs.Kwitty said...

Awww--poor baby. I sure hope he's getting all "welled up".
Smiles, Karen

Anonymous said...

Oh the poor little guy I feel so bad for him! he looks so miserable in that photo what good parents you are !

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