How do we love thee, Ginger dog? Let us count the ways? Bub reported below on her eating a whole through the non-diet food that is Petey’s. So she ate herself silly on one occasion (distended belly, crazy lethargy), but we thought that was isolated. Alas – she nosed her way through Matt’s barricade of the bag, and managed to eat for several more days before we caught her. Ugh. Months of dieting and dragging her behind the bicycle all lost. She literally got wedged in the doggy door repeatedly- you could tell it was a painful squeeze. And then she pooped in the house. BLECH! So then something happened Wednesday that was SO GROSS (that wasn’t Ginger’s fault, but it was her food bag, so she gets the blame indirectly). We keep her diet food up high in the utility sink, sitting in a black hefty bag. There was a strange smell from over there – and I didn’t know what it was. I noticed that the whole outside of the bag was wet – then figured out there was a leak from the sink nozzle, trickling down. So I put my hand inside the bag to see if the food was wet farther down. My arm came out – COVERED WITH MAGGOTTS!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Do you feel like yakking your dinner? I sure did. The lovely plumbers who were working inside, kindly threw away the (expensive) bag of food for me, and man the smell in the sink was so very bad. Blech again. We do love Ginger, she has those totally expressive eyes (which basically tell you she’s hungry 24/7). She also loves to rub into your lap with her behind, and somehow thinks she’s a teensy lap dog.