Ruined for the Ordinary

This is my sweet dog, Windsor. He hates this little muzzle, but it is the only way I can get him to eat the right food. You see, my neighbor (the one who gives good gifts on sticks with Tesco bags) is always putting huge plates of milky pasta in our back yard for her cats to eat. And Windsor, when he compares his dog food to that pasta, ALWAYS prefers the pasta! So, if he can get to the pasta, he eats the whole plate and then comes back in the house and promptly throws up. Yeah, it’s a mess. He just doesn’t want the good food. And this is what I have been learning about in my own life… (Read on …)