billie, the blue heeler pictured to the right with her pal pee wee the pomeranian, was rescued from the shelter. i believe this is the reason she has always eaten as if it were to be her last meal. it's like watching a piranha pick clean a t-bone. it can't be good for her or her digestion. only a czech grandmother could take pleasure in observing the velocity and volume of her inhalations. we believe in tasting and enjoying food in our house, and that extends to the dogs as well. (i add a splash of homemade broth du jour, leftover rice or veggies, oatmeal or bran flakes to add variety). to counter this situation, i've placed 4 golf balls in her bowl so that she must root around them to get to her food. it takes her significantly longer to eat now, and is a pretty comical and entertaining little par 4. she also enjoys pawing them around when finished. the number of golf balls should vary depending on the size of the dog and bowl. in this particular instance, they're certainly put to better use in the dog bowl than on the golf course. bone apetite.
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