We were well on our way to weaning Timber off of his never-ending pill cocktail. We thought we were on the home stretch.
Then, we changed his diet. That was mistake number one. Karen got back into the kitchen and started cooking, we increased his meds and got him back on track.
A week or two later, the fathead got into the goldfish crackers. Mistake number two.
Bam! His body took three steps backwards. He felt so punk last night he didn’t even want to go on his walk. He’s better today.
Every ounce of food that is not Timber approved is now locked behind childproof locks. Sheesh, I thought those days were long gone.