I took a road trip and stopped a little over 1/2 way home at a drive-thru to order two sandwiches - a hamburger for me and a smaller one for Indy. My neighbor had been looking in on her while I was away and said she hadn't been eating. Thought giving her a sandwich when got home might entice her out of her self-imposed fast. Soon I was back on the road, munching on French fries. I reached into the bag eventually for the sandwich, took a bite, and thought this is the worst hamburger I've ever had. Took a look and it was ... because it was fish. Yuck. I got out the other sandwich which was my hamburger. While in the drive-thru line I had heard the car ahead of me ordering a fish sandwich so figured I got his sandwich and he probably received the little sandwich I ordered for Indy. Not much I could do about it by this time though I did stop further on at another drive-thru for coffee to get that fish taste out of my system. Once home, Indy bolted the rest of the fish so quick I doubt she even tasted it. She might be finicky about when she eats but not what she eats.
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