Occasionally, I would buy a bag of vegetables that fails to meet Blackie's gourmet tastes. Then he would scoff at the plate of greens and go off to play without getting his fresh vitamins. It usually ends up with me chasing him around, waving the leaves in front of his nose and hoping that he would take a nibble.
Please eat your greens: Take 1
Please eat your greens: Take 2
Please eat your greens: Take 3
Whitty is always convinced that I am giving Blackie the best parts, so she would come to claim her share, even though the whole plate of vegetables is lying there.