No, I haven't turned into Mel Gibson.
At least, I don't think I have. We have, however, discovered that M will eat from a bottle without any major psychological traumas for anyone.
This lengthens my leash somewhat. And means that I don't have to feel horribly worried that she might be suffering when I leave her with someone to go and do things like grocery shopping. She doesn't seem to care one way or the other who feeds her or how as long as she gets food.
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