There must be some sort of Yorkie underground. Dinky has been picky, picky, picky lately. Today he turned up his nose at his kibble and nice bits of cheese, and there it sat in the kitchen. He leaves the kitchen and walks over to his "sock" which is one of DH's old socks. (We put a treat in it and Dinky likes the fun of burrowing his face into it and finding his treats. It's pretty fun to watch too.) Today though he was sending a clear message: kibble and cheese no, treats yes.) So I just picked up his bowl and set it next to the sock and told him, "Eat your healthy, food." And what do you know, he did. |