She's eaten the corner of my coffee table. Baskets. Molding. Shoes. String. Paper. Dead birds. Books, including expensive library books. Garbage, both from the garbage can in the kitchen and whatever she finds outside. Cat poop. And her favorite treat so far, her own vomit. A child reported to me earlier this week that the dog had pooped out a Polly Pocket dress, which I was glad to hear, since I'd seen her eat it earlier in the day.She would not, however, eat the puppy worm pills the vet instructed me to give her. Today she was due for her second dose. The pills are shaped like little bones and flavored to taste good to puppies, so you'd think she'd scarf them right down, especially in light of the other items on this week's menu. I hid the first one in a blob of peanut butter that she licked off a spoon, much to the delight and amusement of the children. When we tried the same thing with the second pill, she licked off the peanut butter and spit out the pill. I tried hiding it in a mushed up piece of cheese, and this time the medicine went down. Good dog.
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