A lot of things might be failing on our girl, but there’s nought wrong with her sniffer!
I have just walked her round the block (fourth time) in the hope that she would oblige me with a poo, and the result was ‘fat chance Mum!’
What she has done is sniff every single blade of grass within an inch of its life (I had to walk up the green bit three times as she led me to believe she was about to deliver) as if they were long lost friends and she hasn’t seen them for years (read two hours).
At least she didn’t kiss them, and when she had finally decided which ones were going to have the honour of her liquid gold (she went in two different places), we came home.
She has now had the last of her chicken and rice for today, and I sneaked in a few cubes of her usual dinner cut into very small pieces. More of the same tomorrow.
We’ll get there sweetheart.