I am not a fan of pouches.

My children haven’t been toddlers for quite some time, and I’m no longer plagued by the anxiety of leaving the house without a few squeezable pouches of mashed or pureed whatever. But I am generally horrified by the adults who are perfectly OK with taking their snacks, booze, or meal replacement via squeeze. I don’t care if you’re “on-the-go,” you’re a goddam adult. Act like it.

But pouches for pets? Well, I can get behind that.