We are well into the second month on the Nulo Challenge and Kekoa is happily settled into her routine. I’ve also brought Brody into the fold for the month to see how he does on Nulo. He gets a bit more than she does, but he also eats a lot faster than she so it pretty much balances out.
Koa’s always had a shiny coat, but now it’s glossy. Luminous, even. I’m going to feature her in my Adopt a Seriously Adoptable Pet Week post next week so I’m glad to report she will be extra-beautiful for her photo shoot.
In addition to the extra shine (she’s like a Pantene commercial!) I’m even more happy to report that she’s picking up speed on her backyard excursions. When I brought her home at 85 pounds, she used to step gingerly around the yard, only occasionally breaking lumbering. At 77, down 10%, she’ll trot pretty regularly, mostly to get away from Brody or towards the dinner dish.
I remember when I was pregnant with my son, the most I’ve weighed in my life. My knees hurt. Getting up the stairs took some major effort. Dogs are no different, except for their inability to let us know they hurt. The difference in her movement is subtle but gigantic.
I saw a 120 pound labrador a few weeks ago. The last time she came in, we warned the owner about her weight. At the time she was 98 pounds. The dog could barely make it across the room without stopping to pant.
“She’s in dire condition,” I told the owner.
“We had to euthanize a dog last month who was this big after she blew out both knees and couldn’t get up,” I told him. “Do you really want that to happen to your pet?”
I think he got it then. I hope so.