For those of you just joining us, I'll mention here that we've been following the erratic eatings habit of Sherman the Wonder Dog, whose ongoing health conditions motivated him to give up a lifetime of dry food to try several New Things himself, including scrambled eggs, chicken thighs and anorexia. The latter has made me and Floyd particularly nervous. A ten pound dog doesn't have a lot of wiggle room weight-wise.
Then, last night, after a couple of weeks of chicken and eggs (insert "Which came first?" joke here) and a seven week moratorium on kibble, he suddenly ate a waiting bowl of dry food. I've never been one to think of my pet as my baby, but I realize now how apt the metaphor is. For, like a baby, I have no friggin' idea why this creature does what he does.
Anyway, on the list of foods we tried (and failed) to feed Sherman was several jars of baby food, which were sitting around in my fridge. Since I haven't eaten baby food since I was a baby myself, I figured it counted as a New Thing, so I tried it. And was pleasantly surprised at how yummy it was. The jar of turkey and rice was like eating gravy.
Spooning out goops of gelatinous goodness filled me with a sense of peace. Despite all the uncertainty in the world, I now know that when I'm old and am being fed baby food again, I'll experience the indulgent pleasure of eating gravy.