The Koa Chronicles: Week One
Dear Diary:
This week I started my diet. I was pretty sad about that because I watched my mom diet the last few months and she was crabby and yelled all the time. I don’t want that, really. But the little boy who lives here called me squishy and I don’t like that either.
Mom used some food-in-a-box for a while and I have to be honest, it smelled kind of gross- and I’m a dog. Brody used to eat the cardboard boxes and leave the food behind. Diets are bad news, I say.
I think maybe she forgot she was going to put me on a diet, though, because this morning she gave me more food than I’ve been getting. Like, almost a half cup more.* I get more food that Bro-dy! Ha! You should have seen his FACE!
The food smells pretty good, too. I had salmon today, and tomorrow I think I’m having chicken. I’ve also been noshing on some treats- and by the look of the box, so has the cat. I guess we will find out if he is allergic to cranberries.
Brody’s still eating that duck food that Dad said we couldn’t buy anymore because, and I quote, “it gives Koa enough gas to power a small village in the Andes.” I thought it was pretty funny myself, but the little girl I sleep with was ready to kick me out so I guess I shouldn’t be bummed I didn’t have any today.
I must be doing something wrong, because this seems much easier than I thought it would be. Maybe I should offer some of my food to Mom.
*She went from 1 cup twice a day of her current food to 1.4 cups of the Nulo…we’ll adjust as needed but for obvious reasons, she has no complaints with the current arrangement!
