Y'all, I promised myself I wasn't going to be THAT person. My mom is totally THAT person, and I did not want to turn into her. {No offense, Leslie.}
But, guess what...I am THAT person. I am the crazycat dog lady that overly-obsesses over her sweet pooch and doing anything to make his life easier. And by easier, I mean convenient. And by convenient, I mean down right spoiled rotten.
Thursday rolled around and I was so O.V.U.R. {per Kim} the force feeding thing, and quite frankly, Jacques was about a gazillion times more over it than I was. The vet also suggested that I try some meat mixture baby food, so off to Kroger I went on my lunch break to fetch the dog some Gerber. Yeah, not so much. He was having none of it.
Next attempt? Chicken. I bought the damn dog a whole effing rotisserie chicken. And some rice. Now mind you, I hadn't seen the dog voluntarily eat anything, and I mean anything, except for a lick of ice cream the entire week I had him, but put some fresh oven-baked poultry in front of him... It's like the Saints won the Superbowl, I tell ya! It wasn't bad enough that I am teaching my dog to expect nothing but top-notch cuisine, I even go all-out for presentation.
Yes, you are seeing correctly. The dog is on the couch, with a three-piece serving platter in front of him. Don't even start with the me, I already know I am THAT lady. But hey, he's eating. Thank you, Jesus!!!
{Please no comments on the skin and bones, it's something we're working on. Isn't it heartbreaking to see a dog that was so malnourished?}
Since he was feeling a bit better, I took him on a field-trip with me on Saturday to mom & dad's. They were out of town at a wedding {Congrats Doneva & Sammy!} so I was in charge of assisting with Maxie, the cat. (A story to be told in a minute...)
But, guess what...I am THAT person. I am the crazy
Thursday rolled around and I was so O.V.U.R. {per Kim} the force feeding thing, and quite frankly, Jacques was about a gazillion times more over it than I was. The vet also suggested that I try some meat mixture baby food, so off to Kroger I went on my lunch break to fetch the dog some Gerber. Yeah, not so much. He was having none of it.
Next attempt? Chicken. I bought the damn dog a whole effing rotisserie chicken. And some rice. Now mind you, I hadn't seen the dog voluntarily eat anything, and I mean anything, except for a lick of ice cream the entire week I had him, but put some fresh oven-baked poultry in front of him... It's like the Saints won the Superbowl, I tell ya! It wasn't bad enough that I am teaching my dog to expect nothing but top-notch cuisine, I even go all-out for presentation.
Yes, you are seeing correctly. The dog is on the couch, with a three-piece serving platter in front of him. Don't even start with the me, I already know I am THAT lady. But hey, he's eating. Thank you, Jesus!!!
{Please no comments on the skin and bones, it's something we're working on. Isn't it heartbreaking to see a dog that was so malnourished?}Since he was feeling a bit better, I took him on a field-trip with me on Saturday to mom & dad's. They were out of town at a wedding {Congrats Doneva & Sammy!} so I was in charge of assisting with Maxie, the cat. (A story to be told in a minute...)
Anyway, it took about zero point three seconds for Claire to figure out that her buddy Jacques-Imo was there, and the harassing began. She is in love with that dog and he keeps her occupied for quite some time. Unfortunately, the love isn't exactly reciprocated... 
{WTF is this child doing trying to grab me? Get her away from me before I hack all over her!}
So sorry, sweet baby Claire. I still love you!!! 
We ended our outing with a trip to Bob Woodruff Park with Mark & Claire in tow. Sweet baby C was completely hanging out the side of her stroller, just watching her canine friend prance along next to her. She was giggling at him the whole time. M&M - I think ClaireBear needs a little toy pup of her own!!! I'm just sayin...
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