Yesterday I took Zsa Zsa in for her checkup and had them run all the tests
because she is about ten years old now!
Everything came back great, as usual, except that I need to start brushing her teeth and she is going on a very minor diet, just to lose maybe 3 or 4 pounds, which is not a big deal. Just a matter of slightly smaller nighttime dinners and maybe slightly fewer cookies.
So she kicked off her diet by countersurfing a big piece of garlic bread last night.
Then this morning, I got up, gave them their breakfast, we went outside to powder our noses, came back in, and all settled down, OR SO I THOUGHT.
About ten minutes later, I hear the distinctive sound of kibble being poured into a bowl, so I run to the kitchen, and apparently, the ladies opened the bedroom door and woke Matlock up demanding yet another breakfast. And they almost got it, too. No wonder they hate me.