Somebody needs to get brushed. I'll be taking her to the groomer's in March for her springtime shampoo, brush, and trim.
I picked up some "special" dog food for her lunch today. It's veal pâté. Not the people kind, but the kind made for dogs. It will make a nice supplement to her daily kibble. And there's enough to last a few days.
The rawhide chews help to keep Callie's teeth clean.
I keep telling her she's a ten-year-old dog. She cocks her head when I say it. "What's he yammering on about now," I see her thinking. It's not food and it's not a walk. Oh bother.