In our latest attempt to get Charlie dog to eat something my DH reaches far back in the pantry and pulls out a can of Dinty Moore canned stew. I'm not sure why we bought it. I think the last time we stocked the pantry for an expected winter storm we had a momentary lapse of reason and actually thought one of us would get that hungry. Charlie dog is one smart dog. She wouldn't eat it either. My DH said give it to "Mikey", Mikey will eat it. Mikey is his collective name for my chickens. Sure enough, Mikey scarfed it down. I think I liked it better when they were eating frogs.