We created a monster
Oh, did you miss the memo?
Well, let me just spell it out for you.
Eggs for breakfast AND dinner? Only if they’re over easy.
Buttermilk-soaked kibbles? Just the buttermilk, please.
Canned dog food? If I must — but don’t try to feed me the same brand two days in a row.
Blue Buffalo banana and yogurt Mini Blue Bars? Break them up into crumb-size pieces.
A bit of brisket? I’ll take my own slice, thanks.
A few weeks ago, Scooby, a typically voracious dog known around our house as a blaccum — a little black kitchen vaccum — turned into a snob.
His disinterest in dry food coincided with a change from EVO to Innova Prime, a stay at Resort de Mom and a prescription for antibiotics to treat a urinary tract infection.
Also, this 10,000-year-old dog doesn’t have many teeth to begin with and is due for a dental.
So maybe the demands for softer food are warranted.
But now he seems to have us trained — tasty meats or a hunger strike!
The vet is aware of the situation, and we are headed back to see her in a couple days.
In the meantime, tell me how you get your finicky eaters to clean their bowls.