Recovered!

Here I am, a mere shadow of my former, robust self.

Your Diva is now fully recovered from my recent illness.

Amazing.

Amazing because I had to recover without proper nourishment. Yes, the Mamas tried to make me eat this disgusting dry, crunchy, questionable tasting junk food that my doctor sent home with us. I went on a two week hunger strike. It did no good; everytime I turned around, there was the disgusting food. 

Harley would have eaten it for me. Harley wouldn't mind.

But no, the Mamas wouldn't let her eat it, they just kept putting it down over and over again for me. Just me.

(OK, I admit it; I did eat it sometimes, but I made Mama #2 hand feed it to me, piece by disgusting piece. I did have to eat something to survive).

They even tried to mix stuff with it. 

Mama #1 first mixed some tasty gravy with the dry disgusting stuff. It was good for 2 maybe 3 bites.

Then, Mama #2 tried pouring chicken broth over it.

Chicken broth! How disgusting! Disgusting and more disgusting food will NOT make me eat! I totally rejected that attempt.

Cruel and unusual punishment, just for being a little sick (OK, just for being near death).

Horrifying.

The final straw was last night. Mama #1 had the brilliant idea of mixing this yucky food with some delicious canned food. I watched closely as Mama #1 carefully stirred the really disgusting food into the wonderful canned food.

I pondered my choice; should I eat the horrible food just to get a taste of the wonderful food? Or should I just reject all of it?

When Mama #1 put the mixed bowl in front of me, I lost my head for a moment (I really didn't lose my head, it's just an expression) and started gobbling food. I guess I really was starving to death.

As my stomach started to fill up and the desperation went out of my eating, I realized I didn't have to eat the disgusting food, I could just suck the wonderful food off the hard, dry disgusting stuff.

 See the disgusting, dry food on the floor? Once I sucked the wonderful, delicious canned food off the awful dry stuff, I carefully placed it on the floor where Harley could eat it. Harley didn't mind cleaning up for me.

See what a smart Diva I am?

And, my plan worked; today, I received not one but TWO bowls of delicious, canned food. It was not mixed with the dry, disgusting stuff. Mama #2 went back to my doctor and demanded that he give me better food --- if I had to eat a special diet. And he did! 

I am in heaven! Canned food twice a day! Even Harley and Maggie don't rate that highly with the Mamas!

I am definitely #1 Pup again!

Note from Mama #2: Diva Mabel is still eating her special diet, but now she eats canned special diet, not dry special diet. After a two week hunger strike, we gave in. She'd lost weight, but she does have to eat to get better. I hate to say it, but the Diva won this battle of wills. Canned food twice a day for the next two weeks. The Diva is in heaven.

Note 2: the picture Diva Mabel posted of herself is well over a year old; she was only 6 months old. She was definately smaller and thinner then. She is not this thin or small today.