Picky, Picky, Picky

When I cook dinner, Maizie’s favorite thing to do is to sit near the stove and sniff the air until I shoo her away.

What are we having?

So tonight, when I was making a salad, I tossed her a piece of carrot. I knew Maizie wouldn’t eat it–I’ve tried before. However, I figured she’d get the hint that she’s not getting anything she likes, so she might as well go back to her bed in the living room. It worked! She spit out the carrot and walked away, and I went back to chopping my salad. When I turned back around, there Maizie was, sitting RIGHT next to the carrot. Persistent, isn’t she?

I don't want that. What else ya got?

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