When I put my daughter to bed tonight, she was sobbing. “What’s wrong?” I asked, giving her a hug.
“I’m sad because Koa’s going to die,” she cried.
“Koa’s not going anywhere for a long time,” I responded. “Why do you think she’s going to die?”
“Because she ate a grape my brother dropped on the floor today!” she said, hiccuping at the pent up emotion this confession was eliciting. I admit, I may have slightly exaggerated the immediate consequences of grape ingestion with the kids in order to keep them from feeding them to the dogs, but I hadn’t meant to cause this level of hysteria.
She nodded, overcome with distress.
And this is how we introduced the topic of LD50. After learning that one grape would be OK, she felt much better, though I made a mental note to have a talk with her brother in the morning. Besides which, grape, apple, banana, or Cheerio, girlfriend is on a diet.
When we left for vacation, I did two things: pack her bag of food on our rooftop compartment, and then I measured out two days’ exact amounts to leave inside the car for the travel days. I did the same for Brody: Honest Kitchen on the roof for use at the cabin, and kibble in the car for the trip.
As I’ve mentioned, I rotate Brody’s food regularly. The kibble that I bought for the trip was one that he hadn’t had before, but it is one of the “super premium” brands that’s been around for a while, one I have used and recommended often. I thought it would be a treat.
So imagine my surprise when we stopped at the first hotel, and Brody wouldn’t eat his food. Nerves, I assumed. Perhaps the cerenia wore off during the trip and he was feeling a bit seasick from the car ride. I put his food aside and brushed my teeth, only to hear the crunch-crunch-crunch of Brody licking Nulo crumbs off the floor like a Roomba.
I gave him a nibble of Nulo. He gobbled it up. Other brand: wouldn’t touch it. I tried, on three separate occasions including dinner after 12 hours on the road, and he apparently would rather starve. This is a dog who eats anything: crummy food, good food, non-food. There were actually a couple of squabbles on the road about who would get to eat Koa’s food, since has now figured out the Nulo is hers and doesn’t want to share. She didn’t have a choice, at least for those two days. Nulo: Koa tested, Brody approved.
When we arrived back home this weekend, we both had to face the piper. I got on the scale and blanched. Koa has no such anxieties or fits of self-consciousness, and happily plunked her butt on the scale at work today: 78 pounds. (I am not telling you how much I weighed in at.)
So, she’s lost one pound. I haven’t figured out if the Nulo online system has a way for you to change the amount of food you are feeding- it’s not surprising that an older female spayed lab who doesn’t tear around the yard all day will have lower energy requirements than other dogs. I’ll be cutting her back a bit and we will go from there.
As for me, I continue my wildly inconsistent approach to healthy eating. Koa and I, we’re in this together. Pass the grapes.