One of the "fond" memories of my childhood (age 5 or so) is that of my hating green peas and being forced to eat them, which one day resulted in my not on purpose vomitting them into my plate and my father handing me a spoon. Just one of many dinner table battles and when I had my own kids, I vowed that meals would be a HAPPY time and I cooked what they liked.
Years later, after watching all of my dogs succumb one by one to cancer, dumping weight to the point where they were nearly skin and bones and had to be carried to the vet for the final solution, I gladly play the food game with Smokey and feed him what he wants and when he wants it, nourishing the soul (mine) as well as the body (his).
It would be a pyrrhic victory for me to attempt to starve him into compliance but I am aware that I am breaking the rules, but so what; Variety is the spice of life.
__________________ Smokey's personal assistant,
Jeff  |