(2017 archives-after my Jazzy had a stroke)
Jazzy here. My Mom thinks she can mix wet dog food or salmon in with my rotisserie chicken and I will eat it. She’s so silly. Just put the chicken on the floor and nobody will get hurt.
She has now gone out and got me a liquid vitamin to make sure I am getting all the nutrients that I need. Pfft. All I need is some tasty chicken and I’m good.
I heard her on the phone and she has some more tricks up her sleeve. Trying to get me to eat other things. Why? Chicken chicken chicken! Do you hear me now?
Let the battle of wills begin! I’m a Chow Chow! Most stubborn creature known to man! I guess she didn’t get the memo.