I was going to call this blog a journey with a fussy, itchy dog, which would have probably resonated with a lot more people but Leroy is Leroy, and everything that makes him Leroy is my journey as well.
The hand feeding, frequent walking away from his food bowl, reluctance to eat, followed by the unending hovering of scratched out hair, the knots formed from chewing, gnawing, the red skin, the endless examining for non existent parasites, searching articles for answers, and the stress! I think the stress was mine and I don’t think Leroy was that bothered, but why doesn’t a dog get excited for his food?
