First I have a confession. I'm know as a picky eater. I've been know to lay on the floor just a few feet from a "fresh" bowl of kibble and hang my head while the humans beg me to eat it.
It just isn't appealing to me. I have no desire to eat it. Even if my tummy is rumbling I'm just never hungry for dry kibble.
Since the Vet put me on auntie-bio-ticks it is really important to the humans that I have food in my belly when they slip me the pills. (And yes, I know there is a pill in that bread...duh.) So the humans decided to get a bit more creative with the food.
One day, to my complete surprise, they mixed in some moist delicious odoriferous yumminess in with the dry kibble. My tail nearly wagged right off my rumpity rump rump.
What is this wonderful, beautiful, lip smackin glop? And more importantly WHY THE HELL HAVEN'T YOU BEEN FEEDING ME THIS ALL MY LIFE?
I LIKE IT! I like it A LOT!
Now I'm right there waiting, watching, beggin them to get the bowl to the floor faster!
Oh Sweet food in the can, how I love you.