I don’t know what it is – our dogs tend to tepidly pick at the luscious dry food mixed with the wet ‘gourmet’ stuff that we give them every night.
They prefer badgering us relentlessly for any pathetic little scrap that they can get…a bread rind…a tiny piece of cheese…anything that may fall on the floor…something…anything.
The panicked look on their mugs every time we sit down to eat would suggest that we starve them, but nothing could be further from the truth.
In fact, the older one has…well…I guess you could call it a ‘beer gut’, but she sure doesn’t drink beer.
Maybe she’s just ‘big-boned’.