I am just so happy to get an excuse to use that line.
Koa is big, compared to, say, a teacup chihuahua, but we are inching ever closer to that ideal body weight that will make her happier and healthier.
She has a pretty large lipoma on her left shoulder. I can’t tell if it is growing, or if it simply seems more apparent now that she has less fat covering it. Either way, it will be coming off in the near future. I am, for reasons that should be obvious, pretty gun shy about taking chances with anything that could be potentially cancer-related.
She lost a quarter pound this week on the Nulo challenge- less than before, but at least not a gain. Part of it is the normal fluctuations of metabolism, I’m sure, but I also found out that when Brody started on Nulo for the duration of the challenge it led to, shall we say, some possessive feelings.
Her ration is smaller than his, so she finishes first. On Wednesday, I heard a small growl from Koa- not a big warning growl, even, so much as a “hey!” Assuming Brody was honing in on her dish, I peeked my head around the corner, only to find her head buried in his dish. The next day, I hid around the corner and watched. First, she finished her bowl. Then, she sauntered over to Brody, and without so much as a how d’ye do, she stuck her muzzle in his bowl and gave the little growl. Brody backed off and looked forlorn as she started to inhale what remains, at least until I dragged her away.
If feeding them further apart doesn’t work, I guess I’m going to have to slow her down with a bloat bowl. What a stinker!