My name is Mosley, and for the first ten years of my life, I was healthy and life was great. Right before my 11th birthday I got really sick. It was pancreatitis, so fast and so bad, I stopped making insulin. I needed two pinchy-pinches a day for the medicine that made me better.

 

My food had been swapped out for low-fat food, and all my treats were given away. Doc said no treats, but I'm not a good eater, so Mom started looking for healthy treats that wouldn't hurt my pancreas or my blood sugar. However, she found a whole lotta nothing.

 

Mom knew that real chicken was good for me. They were low in fat and won't upset my tum, so she started experimenting. after a few tries, she offering up the most delicious munchies ever. The best part? No angry tum, and Mom wasn't worried anymore.

 

Before long, Dad wanted to make more treats to share with other dogs, and he set up a little factory for my munchies. Now, I've got treats that keep me healthy and happy, and I'm sharing them with all my friends.