They are all fed in different areas. We found out on night one that if Casino is interested he will come to George’s food and George being the fellow he is will leave his bowl for something else. Neither finished and I ended up with George and Casino eating half their food and that was that. If they are separated, they will both eat their full bowls. Good Boys.
After dinner, Missy and Casino get TDs. They are prescription dental chews. They are about one inch by a half-inch approximately and look like Fred Flintstone rocks. They are extremely crunchy. Crunchy tooth fixings. And Missy and Casino crunch them down and while looking me straight in the eye. One for Casino, one for Missy. One for Casino and one for Missy.
So my first night I thought I would be clever and while Casino and Missy were taking their TDs, I would give George his meds. I wrap Georges’ meds up in a slice of Kraft American cheese.
So as they are crunching away, I slip George a packet of cheese-meds. And my sweet darling George takes his packet and starts crunching down on it, looking me in the eye, like his two pals.
No! Just swallow it! Gentle sweet George chews like he hasn’t since he had teeth.
Now normally, George swallows his cheese packets, he swallows his hotdog packets, these things that are supposed to transport medicine, and he rarely chews them. It’s just yum, yum, yum and there we go.
But George, my George who is a sweet gentle get along guy, crunches as the other two do. Oh, my sweet George, I apologize for giving you something other than a crunchy treat. I bought a large freeze-dried lamb lung from Barkworthies to give him something to crunch on while Missy and Casino are munching and crunching.
I do adore you, George. Your companionship, and every 3-dog's-poop-patrol, where you stood by me and in some cases pointed me in the correct direction.
George my George
psiloveu
