A couple of weeks ago I wrote a piece in the Daily Mail about having cookery lessons to learn how to make dog food for my labradoodle, Rufus.
The lessons were arranged by Henrietta Morrison who is passionate about dog nutrition and owns the dog food company Lily's Kitchen.
After listening to her views on dog food (basically, most are rubbish) and the importance of a dog eating a healthy diet, I was hooked, and went out and bought a huge sack of Lily's Kitchen organic food at a cost of around £50 - almost double what I usually spend.
I also started making Rufus a few homemade meals with the recipes Henrietta had given me, and feeding him blueberries and pieces of dried apple instead of his usual dog treats.
My husband was furious, declared I was spoiling Rufus as if he was the son I never had, and insisted (quite rightly, actually) that at the very least I use up the dog food we already have in the garage before moving on to the pricer stuff.
The thing is...Rufus doesn't like it any more. I have turned him into the fussiest dog in the world. A gastropup. A canine Egon Ronay.
The only way I have found around it is to make a batch of chicken and vegetable soup which I (unbeknown to angry husband) drizzle over Rufus's dry food every day, making it more palatable for him.
I just hope we get through the old food quickly so I can move over to the food he now likes and can stop my secret doggy soup cooking...