Well-Trained Guardians

Operation Spoil-the-Shit-Out-of-Andy is fully underway.  He is in maintenance mode and we do whatever we can to make him comfortable.  He has a ramp out the back door (even though he proceeds to go up the stairs to the deck in front to be let back in).  He gets twice the treats that the other dogs get.  We even carry him up the steps to the front door if he is too tired after a walk.

The one thing that is getting ridiculous is his feeding routine, though.  He gets a medley of essential oils, anti-inflammatories, and pills for joint health, with a topping of canned kitten food.  We're pretty sure that the kitten food has done as much good for him as all of the other junk combined.  He went from being hand-fed one kernel at a time, to doing a happy dance while we prepare his feast.  His Papa spoils him so much, that he insists on letting him sniff the cat food lid to make sure that it is to his liking.  He really gets excited when you tap the fork on the side of the bowl to signal that it is ready.  I think he has us trained.