Duncan's dermatologist* wants him to go back on his strict diet of nothing but kangaroo and oatmeal until his environmental allergies have been stabilized with the shots, and then add foods back slowly to see if he's allergic to any of them. It makes sense, but it's not much fun - we even have to take away his peanut butter flavoured chewy toy. And even worse, how can a guy take pills without Pill Pockets? (We went through a lot of those when he broke his leg.)
The doctor told us about a place in Mississauga that sells kangaroo meat, so we picked up a package of stewing meat and a package of ground. Yesterday we cooked up the first package. It's smelly stuff when it's cooking, that kangaroo!
It must smell pretty good to Duncan, though, because he watched very attentively while Megan hid his bright pink pill in a bit of meat, and gobbled it down happily:
We put a spoonful of the "gravy" on his kibble, and that was a hit too. It was so good, he had three helpings! Well, let's call it 2½, it sounds better, doesn't it?
* - be sure to click the "dermatologist" link if you missed the pictures of Duncan trying to make friends with Rupert - they're posted now!
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