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1:58 p.m. - Sunday, Apr. 13, 2003 As her main staple, she gets this very expensive, very la-dee-da dog food that I buy at a store completely devoted to the comfort and joy of dogs. This store seems very New York to me, due to its bewildering selection of decorative accessories, beauty products, and culinary delicacies marketed especially for 'precious' pets - they sell CK1 fur perfume, and like, gourmet dog cookies and shit. But whatever, I love it there, ezra *is* precious. So anyway, the food is called 'wellness', and its made from sweet potatoes, and whitefish, etc. She likes that alright. But she can't only eat this kibble, so I also make her food from scratch. I'll make something like cous-cous, with sesame oil, tofu, and avocado in it, or cream of wheat with peanut butter and flaxseed oil in it. When this new eating plan first began, ezra was a skinny, simple little creature who loved whatever food you gave her. The dog was totally floored by these tender juicy meals, and ate them ravinously - sometimes consuming 4 helpings within an hour, then staggering off to take a long nap with a full pink belly. However, now that she's been eating this way for a while, she has become chubby and finnicky. She sniffs her bowl, and looks at me as though to say 'hmf, is that it?'. Then she will delicately nibble away at her dish, taking bits out and putting them on the floor, and sniffing them, then chewing them up, and then nosing about in the dish some more, then walking away for a while, then coming back to nibble a bit more. She's become such a diva. And in other eating news, i am too fat for spring, and must rectify this immediately. And will my bangs ever fucking grow out???
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