As much as I like to call Shadow a puppy, he is now three years old and almost 100 pounds! (All muscle, I can assure you.)
Yes, he still acts like a psycho puppy hopped up on a barrel of caffeine... but both his size and his breath give him away. Inevitably, that linen fresh puppy breath had to sour into hot, fish breath. Yummy.
As for this change, my husband and I mourned it, quasi-accepted it, and then latched on to the first miracle cure we heard about - a water additive called Tropiclean Fresh Breath. (Thanks go to Aunt Lisa for that!) Never have I placed an order so quickly.
When the package arrived, I was fully expecting it to have been a waste of money. But it actually makes a big difference. It's not perfect, but not once since I started using it have I torn my face away from Shadow's because I couldn't stand his breath. So I figured I'd spread the word. (Plus, it's been a looong time since I've posted.)
Now if only I could find an indestructible stuffed toy...
Note: I'll still be posting to this blog on occasion - when I have a particularly funny/adorable picture to share or a new discovery. But the majority of my attention lately has been going to my freelance articles and book. For updates on those, visit laurakenyon.com.
