Fig is a real junk food junkie. Earlier this year he was happily downing paper-thin sheets of dried seaweed from the Asian grocery store, and his fondness for bacon has been described elsewhere in this blog. A friend recently offered Fig a fried pork rind, and a new love affair was born. I don't know if it is the salt, the crunch, or the porcine echo redolent in those crispy nuggets that drives him wild, but he will happily hold them in his front paws when seated on the lap and munch them down. All he needs now is a six pack of Bud and a football game!
I hesitate to feed him such things, knowing they are not part of a wellness diet, but he enjoys them with such obvious relish that the quality of the days remaining to him seem more important, and I give in to his imploring eyes.
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