Here's an update on Sophie, one of my clients from a hundred years ago. Hold on to your knickers...

"Well, I have reached a new low. Miss Muffit has never been a good eater, as you know. She sort of grazes, but rarely eats in any sort of a regular pattern. Which makes lots of stuff (training, anticipating potty needs, medications, etc) rather challenging. Anyway, she decided to go on a
bit of a hunger strike this week. It has happened before, and we have found ourselves changing her food each time in an effort to get her to eat. This has been the best that the vet has come up with. Needless to say, she will gladly devour anything that mommy and daddy are eating - she just turns
her snout up at her own food. So, it had been three days as of last night, and she still had not eaten her food. I knew the vet wanted her back today if she still had not eaten it. She was starting to get a little possessive of it, but would not touch it. I had just come home from a work party and
was eating some leftovers in the kitchen. And, of course, she was sitting as pretty as can be with the drool dripping from her mouth as she watched me. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and - yes - I did it: got down on my hands and knees and had a small bite of her dry food.

I will give her this: it does taste like crap. But, she ate it right up after that. I hope this
does not set her back too far developmentally.

So, following that little "Down and Out in Beverly Hills" moment, Sophie and I retired for the evening.

Nick Nolte ain't got nothin' on me, baby."

"Well, i'm Nesta, i'm almost 3, and i'm pretty lazy. I don't like long walks in the park, but I do enjoy going to the park to see who I can beat up. When they call me the fat kid, I shove their noses in the dirt, or slobber in their water bowls. My favorite thing to do after taking massive dumps is run laps around the yard at 90mph. I also like to try and beat my two brothers up at the same time, and if Mom and Dad are around, them too....this never works out for me but I try anyway. I used to like humping humans. I did it every time I met someone new. Then one day this lady came to the house and changed everything. I'm not even allowed to answer the door anymore. GRRR"

"i had just beat up 10 dogs at the park."

lips

"i wanted to be harry potter..stupid darth vadar."

"luke, i am your father."

here's winston, looking all the part of a pig in front of a barrell of slop. i can almost feel the blubberiness of his lips in my hand.

one of winston's owners just died of cancer. his name was james mcauliffe and he was 24 years old.

you can read what his friends wrote about him here-( james' profile.)

and you can also read the profile set up by his girlfriend and also winston's momma, to help raise money toward his treatments.