A Gourmet Diner

I was a really picky eater as a child. I was obsessed by Popeye. My mum and my aunts would put my food in a can to represent spinach and we’d hum the Popeye tune and then I’d happily eat it.

—Paul O’Grady

Duff here. After visiting the Veterinarian, a Change of Diet was recommended. Now, I’m indulged with Many more Veggies and Boiled Chicken. Mom flavors it Somewhat with Salt. A Touch of Rice to make it Interesting. My Tummy is full to Bursting! Living unstuck.

Along with This, Most Everyone told Mom: “Dogs Like Green Beans.” For breakfast. Dinner. Snacks. Treats. Get some green beans. “It will be fun,” They said. “It’ll be good for Him,” They said. “He’ll like the Beans,” They said. So Mom got a Bag of the Veggies. Cooked Them up, and proudly served them. Being the well trained Canine I am? I said, “Green beans? No. thank you.” And politely lined the inside of My Dish with the Infernal things. Living unstuck.

How about You? When You have been offered a Food that is not to Your Liking, do You taste It to be Kind? Or do You turn away? I say: Take a Lesson from Me. You can put It on Your Plate, but sociably leave It behind. Had I a Napkin, I would have tactfully disposed of It otherwise. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#picky-eater