Doggy Cold

My little one is sick today, a doggy cold I figured. She's been awake in the wee hours when the first ray of light hasn't even shine. Her tiny paws made random clicks on the wooden floors, shuffling to and fro in apparent for some antidote. I was dragged out of bed by my intuition to fetch some fresh grass from my garden; the natural herbs to assuage her discomfort. Like a hungry wolf, she finished the grass with a fervid eagerness, and the dog food was left untouched in her dish. She's not having an appetite. There she went on my bed and curled herself lethargically to get a rest. The weather these days changes like the temperament of a woman. With a good intent to shave my little pal's hair just a couple of days ago to welcome the hot summer heat, an unanticipated strong gust of wind and heavy rain lingered instead. It was my negligence not to insulate her with warm outfit while she's out with me for some golf. Now, it's time again to feed her some sugar solution, and bless she'll get up strong tomorrow. Babe, let's fight the cold away.