Thursday, October 19, 2006


A Dog's Diet

For Oreo, this has been an up and down week - mostly down. On Sunday night, he threw up by the back door and then went outside and threw up some more. From that point on, he was one sick pup. When I headed off to bed at about 11 P.M. that night, Oreo was lying like a lump in the upper hallway. Clearly he was not himself.

The next day wasn't much better. Oreo dragged himself around, threw up again and basically did a doggie impression of a damp dishcloth. His condition was worrisome enough that Cheryl took him to the vet late Monday afternoon leaving me to rush home from work to take Sarah to her dance class.

The vet checked out Oreo and said it was probably something he ate. Having seen this dog in action in the great outdoors, I was not surprised. Considering that an empty Tim Horton's coffee cup is a tasty treat for our dog, it's more than likely that he noshed on some rancid animal carcass while on one of his forays at the local dog run.

In any event, the vet prescribed an antibiotic to help fight off the legion of foreign bacteria that was surely making itself comfortable in Oreo's stomach. Luckily, the antibiotic seemed to work and by Tuesday morning, Oreo was starting to feel like his old self. Cheryl kept him on a bland diet but at least now he was walking around and occasionally wagging his tail.

Oreo recovered just in time for his photo appointment on Tuesday night. A travel piece I wrote for the Ottawa Citizen had an Oreo-theme and thus a photographer showed up to snap some pictures of Oreo and his coterie - i.e. - us. Since he was almost back to full health, Oreo was able to pose majestically as only a Portuguese Water Dog can.

Oreo's picture is slated to run in this Saturday's edition of the Citizen, at which time he will be available for interviews and paw-print autographs.

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