I buy schmancy dog food since the fiasco, but we do make do with Iams or Beneful between reorders. The Biscuit loves the schmancy stuff like a crazy dog, but lost weight on the others because we forgot how vast the difference in protein content was.

I put down the "good" dry cat food, but Leo wants the junk food, to the point of refusing to eat at all, and Percy wants the wet food or the food that's supposed to be treats-only. Strangely, Leo no longer wants the food he grew up eating (the "good" food) and Percy also will no longer eat the food he grew up on, which is the junk food Leo loves that he discovered when Percy arrived with a bag of it.

Argh. I should just give them the good stuff and let them hunger strike until they're hungry enough to eat it. They're far from starving to death. It's not them I fear for; it's my sanity, which I will lose if I have to listen to them taking turns wailing.

And no way are either of them getting the wet stuff.

We give the dalmatian wet food to stimulate her appetite, since she was shunning the dry food (even when we soaked it for a long time to make it mooshy, because we thought maybe the dry food was too hard on her elderly teeth). She's lost so much weight that we were about to cook a bison to see if that would get her to eat. But it turns out the wet food is just fine with her. And if we mix it with dry food, she'll eat it all. Plus we switched to a "mature" dry dog food formulation, b/c it's higher in calories.

We put just a smidge of wet food on Kato's dry food, because he KNOWS that Chloe is getting the wet food and wants it for himself. A wee tiny bit is enough to make him happy.

The vet told us to start giving Chloe omega-3 supplements, just to poke a hole in the gel cap and squoosh the fish oil into her food. Now, THAT smells horrible. Ick. But she gobbles it up.

I had to think back to my sister-in-law's maiden name but that's been 21 years and she's, you know, not MY spouse.

Mom just called me to ask if I'd been groped when I flew last weekend. I explained that I hadn't noticed the new machines in PDX, saw one in San Diego but hadn't been asked to use it and the conversation moved on. I assumed that she was asking because she flies up here next weekend.

Then she went to end the call with, "Okay, I just wanted to make sure you weren't groped." Um, okay. Thanks? It was sweet but I really misread that conversation.

I felt like Sheldon.

I gave him grief for not knowing her maiden name, but then again, Jamaican naming can be complicated and I have a lot of relatives whose names I don't actually know. And I didn't learn my parents' full names until I was in my teens.

Man, my pets are easy. Even if they don't like what I feed them enough to not eat, they're quiet about it and give up before too long.

I'm not sure how to spell either of my grandmothers' maiden names. Or my mother-in-law's maiden name. Or my dad's middle name. This is sometimes a problem with security questions.

At my parents' house, in my old bed, and my parents' dog just made me pull down the covers so she could climb under them and sleep next to me.

It's good to be home.

How is Jamaican naming complicated, ita?

I have a unit plan to write up for class tomorrow. ugh!

{{{Dana}}} Glad you're home, sorry for the sad circumstances.

awww!

I'm glad you're home.

And not on the plane.