Momma has decided that she likes grinding up my food all at once in the noisemaker (she still calls it a "food processor" - when will she learn?)
She likes making the food at night and putting it in 3 containers for the next day.
You go Momma!! Whatever floats your boat. As long as I get to eat, you can make it however you want. (Just don't make it late. WOL!!)
Still breathing hard but at least I didn't get sick today.
Woof!
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