My Boston Terrier was on dry food for a couple of years. One fateful evening we ran out, yes, stupid, I know. Father-in-law owned a restaurant and said he would bring back scraps. Fitz never ate dried food again. Would literally run away from it. But seeing the “scraps” the old man brought in made me hungry, too! Such a waste, but not with Fitz around.
My Boston Terrier was on dry food for a couple of years. One fateful evening we ran out, yes, stupid, I know. Father-in-law owned a restaurant and said he would bring back scraps. Fitz never ate dried food again. Would literally run away from it. But seeing the “scraps” the old man brought in made me hungry, too! Such a waste, but not with Fitz around.