Formula…it’s good for the coat.
Our dogs…god bless them…are a great team. Little dog will drag out anything, most of which makes no sense to us. Charlie will then follow her lead. It’s the deaf leading the cute but dumb.
This has been a theme throughout our relationship. Before we lived together, and even before Charlie. I bought Sarah a pack of yellow peeps when we first started dating. Little dog and her crew in Sarah’s old house, took care of them. Many shoes have gone to that big closet in the sky. Chocolate, tic tacs, Jack’s power rangers. All demolished, usually starting with Mable’s curiosity.
Well, this morning, we discovered the newest victim. Someone, who had to be taller than our usual instigator, must have pulled a can of formula of the counter. So it looks like Mable has taught Charlie some bad habits. Somehow they took the can out the dog door and had a formula feast during the night.
So, I wonder how good or bad this is for the beasties. I do know they picked an expensive new target. And, it would suck to wake up and they have hunted down the last can in the house. So, we will be finding a better place, away from the pointer’s reach, to keep the baby food.
Formula…who knew. Maybe it’s a natural enemy in the wild. That’s where the saying “fighting like soy based formula and dogs.”
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