Because of these various ailments, she takes serveral daily medications. Brandi is pretty good about taking her meds - if I tuck each pill into a small blob of canned dog food and feed it to her by hand. Usually I do the meds first and then put the rest of the allotted canned food into her bowl and she takes it from there.
Until last week.
On Friday I noticed that she wasn't eating the food in her bowl. She was licking all around the edges but not getting any of the chunky parts. Concerned, I knelt beside her and started scooping up small amounts of food onto my fingers and feeding her bite by bite. She ate the whole meal and seemed happy. I decided she must have been having trouble picking up the chunks. We repeated this routine on Saturday and Sunday. I put the food in her dish, she licked around the edges, and I fingerfed her the rest.
This morning, as I was hand feeding her little fingerfulls of dog goop, it occured to me that this can didn't have any chunks. It was pretty much all goop. Nice soft disgusting goop. Which I had put in her bowl and she had given a couple token licks before turning to me for help. No chunks. Nothing to pick up. No reason she couldn't eat it herself. But here I was, sitting on the floor, fingerfeeding her royal highness as she graciously accepted each morsel.
Am I being had? Is the old girl putting one over on me...just because she can? What do you think?
Groaner of the Day: I had a dream the other night. I was in the old West riding in a stagecoach. Suddenly, a man riding a horse pulls up to the left side of the stagecoach, and a riderless horse pulls up on the right.
The man leans down, pulls open the door, and jumps off his horse into the stagecoach. Then he opens the other door and jumps onto the other horse.
Just before he rode off, I yelled out, "What was all that about?"
He replied, "Nothing. It's just a stage I'm going through."