My name is Boozie and I am afraid of my new food bowls.
She did not touch food or water for two days after I bought her new elevated bowls because I read they were good for Boxers digestion and joints. She wanted her old bowls that used to belong to our goats.
Sign says: I eat chicken poop in the backyard. Best chicken nuggets ever! “Shame” is not in my vocabulary. Maser gets along adorably well with his chicken sisters and doesn’t try to chase them anymore, but he refuses to stop eating the tasty ‘nuggets’ they leave around the backyard.
The two only seconds mom keeps her eyes off me because we have to turn a corner, I find something yummy to eat and won’t stop eating till I finish it; avoiding mom all the time that it may require but acting tremendously guilty when I’m done.