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Max to the Vet

Last night we had to take Max, our chocolate laborador retriever, to the vet. The poor guy has been getting a rash on his groin that clearly itches. The vet gave him some medicine, and the worst possible prognosis. He may be allergic to PEOPLE FOOD!

The vet told us to remove all table scraps and cat food from his diet for 2 months then gradually reintroduce things one at a time. This is going to be torture for Max who lets his dogfood bowl sit full all day long. He only eats dog food when he is faced with starvation. (Granted, starvation sets in several times daily for labs.)

Poor Max, my 79 pound puppy, will have to suffer with kibbles and bits.


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