Frodo, Frodo, no stew for you!
Her mother, perhaps the kindest person in the world, started lavishing the young couple with ample amounts of her cooking. Chicken pie, Shepard's pie, beef stew, and steak for D.
The couple would eat what they could for a few days and then invariably passed the left overs on to the dogs. Most of the food, you may have noticed, tended to be on the heartier side of cooking thus, leading their doting, diminutive dogs to acquire rather large appetites.
One day when Kat was away and wasn't at home to feed the dogs, she heard reports from D that the dogs had ravenously devoured three bowls of dry dog food.
Kat came home and noticed that the sweet little rolls around Frodo's neck had become substantially fuller and it was with great difficulty that she lifted him in to bed that night.