Yes, I whipped up a batch of delicious meatballs yesterday.  They smelled wonderful, and Rich watched eagerly as I mixed together the ingredients.  He asked when I would be cooking them, so he could have the first sample.  His smile faded and brow furrowed as I poured in three cups of dog food – “for crunch and nutrition,” I happily told him.  His head dropped, his shoulders sagged, and he walked away. These meatballs were made for Libbey, who we are trying hard to keep the weight on these days.  Hope she likes them!  (Tommy gave them his official Paw of Approval!)