Good morning dearest @Oops...Good morning and welcome to today
It’s not easy being a woman who detests, abhors and reviles cooking. Imagine then my chagrin when I arrived at the flawless plan to make Teddy Bears sausages myself in order to get the ruddy fat content down. Those of you who have small portions of their memory left (unlike me) might recal His Majesty has a pancreatitis problem which flares up if he is given fatty food. Ha! I thought, when I checked the fat content of his beloved sausages, I will have to step in and save him.
I stepped in to save him by taking his raw food (which he will no longer eat) which is very low fat turkey and or duck (he went off the venison) I thawed it out and I mixed it with organic leghorn eggs (massive orange yolks and brimming with farmyard integrity and goodness) and a tiny amount of sour dough bread and fashioned some sausage shapes out of the resultant gloop. I baked in the oven on a trivet just in case one tiny globule of fat had got in despite my best vigilance) and I waited. I waited a bit longer and then decided they must be cooked after an hour even though they looked as pale as my disappointment over not being able to make decent sausages for my dog.
You got it in one gentle reader, he would not eat them.
So his Auntie Emily had to be despatched to buy sausages with LOW fat content. Easier said than done without a long car journey and an ordnance survey map.
I have kept a record of what he turned down just so you can see how abysmal my offering was. See below.
I am besides myself. He will not eat ANYTHING apart from sausages now. Nowt, niet, nada…rien! Yet the only thing he will eat may cause his cripplingly painful pancreatitis. I have in the last six weeks or so (since he started being uber-fussy just before his operation) thrown away hundreds of pounds worth of food. I even tried tinned tripe (yes, thats how low I was prepared to stoop) to NO AVAIL). The vet who advises his kidneys are compromised recommends the kibble for kidneys they sell and make a fortune on at the vets. He wont even sniff it never mind eat it. He‘s always had raw wet food so kibble is ‘foreign rubbish” in Teddy’s wonderful brain it seems.
So thet’s me news. My name is Oops and I am a failed sausage maker…🫣 It’s accolades and epithets like this that make one question why one even bothers having a flopping kitchen.
Peace, piece, peas
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Hmmm...TB is clearly a discerning diner
Seriously, fancy turning down such an offering, handcrafted by his adoring mama. She of the michelinless star, world famous saucissons!
I wonder what it is in the bought sausages that he likes...fat I expect! Did he eat the low fat bought ones? Has his pancreatitis returned since his sausage diet?
Has the richest vet in the world suggested anything other than kibble? Does he have something that might stimulate TB's appetite? I know you are against steroids but I can now speak from experience that they make you ravenous....all the blooming time....
(I will be at hospital all day tomorrow). 
Roll on Friday!!
