Sounds like a cheeseburger is in order to right all the suffering she has experienced in her house.
And, oh dear, she doesn’t remember if she ate a cheeseburger or not; you’ll have to make her another one——
;-)
She just had her Taste Of the Wild High Prairie and is wrapped in her blankie and sacked out on the baby mattress she has for a bed.
[she can’t get up on the sofa anymore and she’s too heavy to keep lifting]
Gypsy is sleeping beside of her.
Tomorrow morning I’ll give her some cheese along with her breakfast milk.
Your post reminds me of my friend. She has a varying number of Goldens (her own and rescues that she fosters)...sometimes up to 8 or 9 at a time.
Anyway, whenever any member of the “pack” is celebrating a birthday she loads them all up in the MINIVAN for a trip to McDonald’s...cheeseburgers “plain” for the group...LOL!
Honestly, it must look like a clown car in there.
My really hyper German Pointer,whose name is Cookie, pretty much inhales anything we feed her. She’ll chew a piece of steak once and swallow it.