Pettigrew’s stomach is upset again.
I made a ton of chicken and white rice and opened a can of pumpkin on the theory that with so much food at the ready, certainly his stomach would right itself quickly and I would’ve made too much. Like carrying your umbrella to prevent it from raining.
It hasn’t worked.
I think I am going to have to go out and get another family-pack size container of chicken and poach it all.
Concurrently, I have been cautiously optimistic about my back and decided in addition to stretches, I would start doing just a little, teeny, tiny bit of core work. Two days in and I appear to have pulled a muscle in my stomach. It is discouraging. I’m tempted to wonder if I will ever be able to do core work again.
But Pettigrew, bless his heart, loves the meals of chicken and rice. He gobbles it down so quickly that unlike with his regular food, I find myself having to pace him. With dry dog food he eats what he needs and leaves the rest for later. With something as yummy as chicken and rice he can’t resist and eats it all.
So today, instead of bemoaning the fact that it hurts to twist my torso, I hopped on our stationary bike with a good book in hand and decided that since I couldn’t do core work, I had the time to read and get an aerobic exercise. Lemonade indeed.
As I type this, Pettigrew has crawled under the desk, wedged himself between the boxes at my feet, and rested his warm, fuzzy muzzle lightly on my sandaled foot.
Giving or seeking comfort? It works both ways.
Note: About 15 minutes after Pettigrew joined me at the desk I started to hear the distant rumble of thunder. Perhaps he had sensed the impending storm and was merely seeking a safe place to ride it out!
2nd Note: I wrote this blog a few weeks ago. Pettigrew has already cycled from healthy to upset stomach to healthy again. I have been including some core exercises in my day. Cautiously optimistic for both of us. Also trying to remember that life is all about change.