I will be the first to admit that our two rescued greyhounds are spoiled. I do not mean spoiled like spoiled children, or
even the way grandchildren can be spoiled. No, these pets go way beyond that.
Take their diets for example; they love barbeque! Whenever we barbeque, we throw a couple of chicken breast or salmon burgers on the grill for them. One of their favorite treats is rotisserie-roasted chicken but no skin and no bones. For a change of pace we will serve ground beef--only 95% lean ground beef; after all, these athletes have to watch their weight. For variety, we also serve them meatballs--Italian style with spices, no less. Sometimes we go to a fast food drive through to buy them hamburgers–hold the bread and onions. They also love roast beef sandwiches.
Along with my duties as official greyhound food taster, I am also the official chef for the dogs. That title was established when we first adopted the two greyhounds. My wife tried to give them medicine in the form of pills. They did not care for the pills and learned to spit them out. Soon they refused to eat anything offered by my wife. They eat only what I feed them, and they are picky eaters. Prada will not eat until Groovy starts to eat. Groovy will not eat if my wife or I are in the room; we have to leave the room.
sometimes I think they are smart than us and are training us.