That's the new name for our younger GSD, Kane. Yesterday afternoon he got to eat his very first Frosty Paws. Judging by the look of esctasy in his eyes, he really enjoyed it. Took my eyes off him for a second while I went to the kitchen for a drink and he pretty much ate the paper cup the frosty paw came in.
Then it was suppertime. Suppertime is the only meal that we feed the boys in the same room because they get raw chicken and I want to keep the mess confined to the tile floor. Kane ate his leg quarter, then his kibble, and then - again I took my eyes off of him because I had to visit the little girl's room - he ate all of Jax's kibble.
You'd think he would get sick, but nope. He's a garbage gut.
Then it was suppertime. Suppertime is the only meal that we feed the boys in the same room because they get raw chicken and I want to keep the mess confined to the tile floor. Kane ate his leg quarter, then his kibble, and then - again I took my eyes off of him because I had to visit the little girl's room - he ate all of Jax's kibble.
You'd think he would get sick, but nope. He's a garbage gut.
