Dada’s Note: We seem to have isolated Chaplin’s digestive condition to something related to the size and frequency of his meals, so we got an automatic feeder for him that reads his microchip and only opens when he puts his head through the sensing apparatus. (The device can also work via a collar tag.) This allows him to go and eat whenever and however much he wants, and as a result he has gained back all the weight he lost while we were trying to figure things out.
Needless to say, Charlee doesn’t quite understand why the automatic feeder won’t open for her …
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay yoo may hav herd the offen reepeeted wizdum that a spoonful of sugar helps the medisin go down in fakt sumwun eeven rote a song abowt it wot wuz popyoolarized by the faymus minstrel mary poppins!!!
however i hav always fownd this theery kwestchunabul becuz that wun time mary poppins visitted us she did not bring enny spoonfuls of sugar!!! theirfore i hav deesided to subjekt this posibul old wives tayl to a rigorus sientifik test yoozing my sister the byootiful trixie as the subject!!!