KIBBLEHOLIC

Little would like to take this opportunity, having been emboldened by my recent confession, that he is a Kibbleholic. He used to be able to take them or leave them alone. The vet said it would be ok for him to graze on kibble during the day but this quickly spun out of control. Little was rarely seen without his tiny jaws champing up and down incessantly on kibble. The smell of kibble lingered from room to room as he munched and wandered and wandered and munched. Recently I found stashes of kibble all over the house, in drawers, under the bed and in the trash cabinet behind the bin. Little tried to tell me that these were emergency provisions for Y 2K. I gently informed him that he was about 10 years too late and Y 2K happened before he was born 3 years ago. Little broke down and cried it out. We now have him on a 12 step program (or 7 steps in dog years) and he is making progress. It has been an emotionally draining weekend for Little and Me. He seems relieved after his Kibble intervention, or "Kibblvention" and has resolved to mend his ways and live a holier life. Little and I have to face our demons and resolve to be stronger than they are. They only have power by the grace of ourselves and we cannot forget that. It would be fatal. Things are changing here in Morgan Hill. Little and I have decided that we can live with truth!