White Dog noted that March was, indeed, going out like a lamb...this observation on our beautifully warm, blue skied, sunny morning was made as she was spitting her vitamin behind her window chair. I would have been shocked and surprised except that Quinn had already politely left his on the carpet and stepped on it to crush it. Nuka (who eats EVERYTHING) pretended to take it and left her mouth open so it just fell out, wet and gummy, onto the kitchen floor. Puff just walked away and refused even eye contact.
This has been going on for two weeks now. These are the same chewable vitamins that all of The White Dog Army begged for Steve to give them as he was leaving in the morning for work. They have been getting--and eating--them since most of them came to live here! In the past, we had to watch that no one tried to steal another's vitamin chew or an argument would ensue; now, I would be happy if just one of the pups would choke it down. I have tried breaking them into smaller pieces, putting them in food bowls; reoffering every time a treat was asked for. Nope. Nope. And nope.
Of course back in the days of wildly popular acceptance of these vitamins, I stumbled upon a fantastic deal and bought in quantity. Now, all four pairs of black-lined eyes look at me in shock asking why in Dog's name, I did that? It is not like they ever really liked them and besides it is time for a change. Sure, I answer but what do I do with 500 chewable canine vitamins that you won't eat? Silence followed as the Army double-timed it out through the dog door.