It's not that I have a problem with giving cat treats to the dog. At this point, I'm happy with any treat that she's interested in. Cows' eyes? Sure! Ferret skin? Why not! Powdered mandrake, infused with the essence of souls from the third circle of hell? Anything, as long as it will give her an incentive to do what I say!
But last night, he triumphantly identified the bag of treats that he'd been talking about. And he was rather smug about them being dog treats after all.
Which is why, Internet, I have to post pictures of the bag of treats he was referring to when we had the conversation about greenies.
Here is the front of the bag (with some treats laid in front of it).
Here is the back of the bag:
The treats are dehydrated pig liver. Lola totally loves them. Lola's Daddy and I are both vegetarian, so the whole concept is kind of disgusting. I pretend like they're chocolate shavings. I don't know what he does.
Nevertheless, I'm not sure how we can have an entire conversation about "greenies" that turns out to be about a treat that is not green, in a bag that has no green on it, and which could easily be identified by other means, e.g. "those treats from the independent pet shop," "those treats which are actually pig liver," "those treats in the silver bag," etc. etc.
My point being, I still win.
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