As we try to encourage poor Bandit to eat, I am happy to report that Honey took our case to the Jewel Deli Counter Ladies, who conferred and initially recommended a pungent roast beef. Then, they suggested that perhaps liverwurst might be just the ticket.
Honey, a native of Tennessee, had never heard of this species of scary-looking, mostly unidentifiable je ne sais quoi, but he respects the Deli Ladies. As do I, now.
Bandit has pounded several slices of the stuff and a good many bowls of water to go along with it. We are liverwurst converts, ecstatic that our dog is being sustained by more than just drugs and our probably misguided willpower.