BREAKFAST IS SERVED

Every morning, I labor over what to feed my babies.  Here is a prime example of the diet I have for my rabbit Zoey and, the three parrots.  Above is a dish I fixed for Zoey the other day.  She always gets a "salad" in the morning, unlimited amounts of Timothy Hay, and a half cup of pellets in the evening.

This morning, breakfast for the birds looked like this.  Oatmeal, kale, apples chunks, carrot, and broccoli.  Zeek loves some of his veggies served on a skewer.  The other two birds could care less about food on a skewer.  To each their own.

Savannah and Jazzy are much simpler to feed.  They get fresh meat, some veggies and plenty of teeth cleaning hard kibble.  Savannah always wants her large crunchy dog bones and feels that she deserves one upon re-entering the house after being outside.  Sometimes I think she goes out just to come back in and get a treat.  Gee, I wonder who created this monster?

ANOTHER TRAUMA

The day after Sasha passed away, Jazzy came in from being out all night, with her tummy ripped and shredded.  She had been attacked by a large dog during her time outside.  Still reeling from the loss of Sasha less than 24hrs earlier, we were told that Jazzy might not make it through her injuries.  But after an x-ray of her chest revealed only a bruised lung, but no internal bleeding or damage, we breathed a sigh of relief and began the mending process.  Here she is looking a little thin, but otherwise fine.  Praise God!

FUSSY JAZZY

It's meal time and we have run out of Jazzy's favorite canned food, Fancy Feast.  In desperation I searched the pantry for something to take the place of her normal dinner.  Here are the few options I had to offer her.

Surf and Turf...now this looks promising.  So I open it up and give it a try.

Nice and juicy....just the way Jazzy likes it.  Yummmmmm, I coo to her, trying to show her how good this meal will be.  And what is the reaction?

THIS!  What a face!  I do believe she is NOT impressed.  So, on to the next can.

She gives it a good whiff....and the verdict is......

Not a fat chance of this junk touching her fine mouth.  She proceeded to sit there and stare at me as if to say, "have you lost your mind?"  I guess she would rather starve. 

Good thing the dogs aren't fussy eaters.  They never turn down dinner.  By the way, they would have loved to scarf down the rejected cat food, but I so did not want to be awakened at 2am with both girls having a bout of diarrhea from consuming cat food.  So where did the food go?  In the garbage, of course.