Eat, eat

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Took Bear to our vet yesterday. He weighs 47 pounds. When he’s filled out like he should be, he should be well over 60 – he’s very, very ribly at the moment – it’s hard to see with his coat. The only thing is that he never completely finishes his food. Plus, he’s on meds right now. Once he’s done eating, I have to look through his bowl, pull out missed meds and give them to him in a glob of peanut butter. Fun. Morgan doesn’t mind as she gets PB as well. She really wishes that I’d let her finish all his meals though.

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