Veerle is a beautiful name, rolls of the tongue. if I had a daughter I would liked to have her called Veerle. My Grandma is from a respected French family, I am not sure how she got named Wies, she is a descendant from the well known French Moreau family, married a mine worker, so rejected.
Walking the streets and sleeping rough a couple of days after arriving in Amsterdam, tired and hungry, a Portuguese guy with almost nothing himself invited me to his squatted place and cooked patato and onion soup and offered me a glass of port and a place to rest. I still hold this memory close.
Indeed we noticed the litter box smells way less, the poop but pee as well. We went on BARF because he kept vomiting on dry food and now he only barfs hair balls. He sometimes still had trouble pooping, we now put a few drops of olive oil a day into his diet...works well. For treats we give him cooked and chopped chicken livers or shredded chicken breast, half warm. He loves cooked chicken and stays close when preparing.
