Good grief! Friday evening I started to get sick. My tummy was pounding. So I dragged my mom out half a dozen times. She didn’t get much sleep.<\/p>\n
“The vet gave me some miracle pills to nip this in the bud,” she grumbled. “But I ran out.”<\/p>\n
So Saturday morning, we were off to the vet first thing. Well, almost. Mom had to do some work on her computer and I seemed to be better.<\/p>\n
We saw that nice Dr. Kira. I always enjoy coming when she’s the vet on duty.<\/p>\n
But not today. Dr. Kira said, “Gracie is too fat! She should eat 2\/3 cup of food, twice a day. And cut back on the treats.”<\/p>\n
There goes the neighborhood.<\/p>\n
I also have to get my teeth cleaned. And my mom keeps shoving pills down my throat. She refused to feed me last night.<\/p>\n
“Your tummy needs a rest,” she said firmly. “And so do I.”<\/p>\n
Well, I took matters into my own four paws. Mom was feeling relaxed and happy after hearing the Jupiter Symphony at a concert downtown. We went to bed early.\u00a0 I curled up on my cushion at the foot of Mom’s bed, like I’m supposed to. But I was hungry.<\/p>\n
Mom was so exhausted she didn’t hear me jump off the bed and head for the kitchen, where I polished off all the cat food. Usually she wakes up when I move an inch.<\/p>\n
When Mom woke up this morning, I was lying next to her, in Ophelia’s spot, on Ophelia’s cat cushion. Ophelia was pacing around looking disgruntled.<\/p>\n
Mom leaped out of bed. “Gracie, you are not a cat! What are you doing here? Oh no…” She ran to the kitchen.<\/p>\n
Sure enough. I couldn’t hide the evidence: two empty plates on Mom’s kitchen floor.<\/p>\n
“Gracie, either you start sleeping in your crate again or the cats will learn to eat on the counter,” Mom said.<\/p>\n
Good luck, Mom. Ophelia refuses to jump. I think that cat is afraid of heights.<\/p>\n
Luckily, I seemed fine. Mom took me for a walk. I showed no ill effects of scarfing down two helpings of cat food. Mom is going to take me to the dog lounge<\/a>, following our usual Sunday routine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Good grief! Friday evening I started to get sick. My tummy was pounding. So I dragged my mom out half a dozen times. She didn’t get much sleep. “The vet gave me some miracle pills to nip this in the bud,” she grumbled. “But I ran out.” So Saturday morning, we were off to the … Continue reading Dog turning into a cat<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[84,81],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/295"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=295"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/295\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":299,"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/295\/revisions\/299"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=295"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=295"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/midlifedog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=295"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}