January 9, 2020

White Dog just looked at her food bowl. No enticement Steve offered moved her to eat. I gathered her into my arms. "What is the matter, Little White Dog of My Heart? Why are you not eating?"

"Momma," she said leaning against me. "My tummy is sort of acid-y; the idea of food is not at all appealing."

"How about if we give you a Pepcid nd you medications in bites of something sweet that will slide right down. Maybe later you might feel more like dinner." "I've got just the thing," Steve said and went out to the kitchen.

"I will take my pills but will you hold me and read me a story," White Dog asked. "Of course, how about your new Christmas favorite?"

Steve returned with pills embedded in tiny little smears of cannoli filling which proved to be the perfect thing.