Although Miss Piggy, our 15-year-old cocker spaniel, is surprisingly healthy for an old girl, last week she had an upset stomach for a couple of days, so we had the vet examine her. The doctors and the blood tests they ran couldn’t find anything wrong except mild anemia, so they thought the throwing up was because “perhaps she ate something she shouldn’t.”
The dog that eats her weight in you-know-what every week ate something she shouldn’t? Imagine that.
Dearly Beloved ‘fessed up that he’d given her a little bit of baked chicken skin a couple of days before. In the greatest of ironies, the vet put Miss Piggy on a temporary diet of pricey prescription canned bland dog food to calm her delicate tummy. Dearly Beloved said that he wanted to say. “SERIOUSLY? This dog eats SH*T!!”
She was also groomed while at the vet’s, but I am having to wash her ears daily because she eats this wet food so greedily that her ears sweep through her bowl and come out starched with dog food.
While she may still be a bit lethargic–it’s difficult to tell, since she lies around all day anyhow– at least she is clean and not yet putting out that special eau de cocker odor. They sent her home wearing a snazzy autumn red bandanna.
Miss Piggy is all about comfort. Her comfy Christmas t-shirt is as dressy as she wants to get. If you want to see doggy fashion with attitude, it’s hard to beat our diva granddog, Ivy. I’m not talking “cutesy.” This girl has character actress aspirations. You’ve seen her Little Match Girl look, now check out her looks from Dr. Zhivago, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and Swan Lake…! Click here for that treat.