Well, she did it again.
In the span of one walk (off-leash), she ate
her sister’s leftover kibble
+
one gulp of calf poo.
= another bout of pancreatitis.
Boo.
Rx: Jack Sprat diet, sweet Rosie. I’m sorry.
“Some were fools; they rebelled
and suffered . . .
They couldn’t stand the thought of food,
and they were knocking on death’s door.”
—Psalm 107:17-18
Cheryl Grey Bostrom, Author 
I know a really good vet. Such a beautiful dog. Guess being beautiful has nothing to do with being smart.
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Sigh. So true. Her appetites rule.
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This one made me giggle 😆awesome scripture with the story!
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She thinks with her nose, the rascal.
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In Doggie world nothing better then smooth buttery calf poo?
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Yes…with a nose/taste combo thousands of times ours!
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