Agnes hadn't been eating much since her surgery, and I was a little concerned. While we were away, it got worse. We traveled for two days, spent a week with the in-laws, then traveled for two days home. On the way there, she turned her nose up at the dog food she'd been happily eating for the last few years, and even at the cat food I use to deliver her tablets with. At my in-laws house, she turned her nose up at frou-frou dog foods (you know all those little tins of stuff that looks like you could serve it on fine china and your guests would be none the wiser?) and only just tolerated broiled chicken and the occasional left over hamburger.
We came home, everyone said hi to each other, I get the regular dog food out and think 'Well, I'll give it a try' and... sure enough, she eats it down just fine and has been ever since. I guess she just doesn't like being away from home!
Mind you, now she looks good for a whippet, which is skinny for Agnes.
These are her holiday snaps.






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