OK, so I HATE to cook. I do it as little as possible. I live alone, and cooking for 1 absolutely stinks, so I don't do it much. I posted yesterday that Sadie's had some tummy problems for a couple of days & it wasn't really getting better, & what should I do. Well, everyone suggested chicken/rice. So, because I love her SO much, I got my butt in the kitchen & cooked her up some dinner. I never feed her people food. It's a rule of mine. When I got her bowl & started to put the food in it, she knew she was getting something really good...different than her normal food. She ATE that food SO fast! I said, "Slow down...it's yours...no one is taking it away." She thought she was in heaven. Just so she doesn't expect it every night.
