doggie diabetes

husbands should be first, but must be after this one

Doggie Diabetes
I might as well give it up to the doggies. Somewhere someone said you have to accept what you cannot change. I cannot change the fact my family is nuts over their dogs. And I am the gramma.
I cannot change that there will always be dogs in my life. And in my column.
"Marley and Me" is all about a man’s dog. I haven’t read it, but it has been on the best-seller list for months.
Maybe I could get my writing career going by writing a book about the dogs in my life. I could call it "Sundance, Dru, Asa, Shorty, Buckley, Nikko, Willie, and Me."
The last two weeks I worked a few days in Rockford. It was nice because I spent two nights with my daughter Tracy.
When I got to her house, she was waiting to help me bring things from the car. Inside, I was knocked on the couch by her three (count ‘em) three dogs who were SO glad to see gramma.
She made a wonderful dinner. Very enjoyable. We ate at the dining room table. And you should eat at a table. But the reason was, if we ate in the living room, dinner was demanded to be shared by the you- know- whats.
Now Shorty, whose real name is Sebastian, just hops up and takes what he wants if you don’t have your guard up.
Trac took him because a co-worker could no longer keep him. He was incorrigible. I think he also has multiple personalities. The girl was crying and that’s all it took for Tracy to have three dogs.
Asa is okay. She knows she is a dog. Dru is huge. The big lunk does not know he is a dog. He thinks he is a person, with all the rights a person has. That includes eating your food, laying on your couch, and sleeping with you, taking up most of the bed. He has the widest body I have ever seen on a golden.
I said I thought that dog got bigger every time I saw him. Here’s where the diabetes comes in. Trac said she has to take him to the vet. He cannot get enough to drink, and he is getting bigger. He may have diabetes.
Give-me-a-break. I have been diagnosed with diabetes. Can’t I even have my own diabetes without a dog?
I am working on control with exercise (soon) and healthy eating.
I don’t know how dogs get cured.
Dru’s winter exercise is climbing all over you, and walking to steal the food of the other dogs.
He is the one that ate all my tomatoes I had laid out to ripen. Only about 30 or so.
Anyway, the day I came home, I stopped into the News to see if Amy, my editor, had any ideas for me. She is a wealth of information.
She said she couldn’t think of anything. But after I left, her wheels started turning, and she emailed me.
The first suggestion was: Ann, in the office has to take her dog to the vet. It might have–diabetes. Amy thought it might make a good story. If she only knew.
This is not the end of the story. I have to call Ann and see how her dog is. There will be an update later on the condition of the dogs and the gramma.
Amy also said her honey is wanting a good egg salad recipe. With Easter this week-end, (How early is that? We aren’t done with the corned beef and cabbage yet.) there will be plenty of eggs to use up.
Gram’s Egg Salad with Tuna
you will need:
6-8 hard-boiled Easter eggs, dices and then mashed
2 cans albacore tuna, drained
2-3 T each of purple onion and celery, diced small
½ -3/4 cup Hellman’s Mayo
½ cup sour cream
1 T Dijon mustard
1T sugar
1T vinegar
salt and pepper to taste
Mix mashed egg and tuna together very well
Mix other ingredients together and mix with egg-tuna
Adjust to taste and make sure the salad is not too dry.
Serve on good baked bread or on lettuce leaves as a salad
Really good grilled with a slice of cheese. Not toasted–Grilled with butter.
Enjoy and Happy Easter!