I mixed in the EVOLVE with what was left of her IAMS. My dog came running over eagerly to her plate. Suddenly, she looked taken aback. She reviewed the landscape of her supper, picked out all of the IAMS (an impressive feat, given how small the kibble of that brand is), and then threw herself on the ground with a sigh.
The next day, she was so listless and depressed, I considered calling the vet. I tried the EVOLVE once more, which was greeted with a disgusted sneeze. Since I was low on her rations I tried sprinkling it with Parmesan cheese and throwing some of my own organic hamburger on top of it. She licked off the people food and left the dog food.
I remembered how when she was younger I tried several healthy brands and she refused to eat them, despite being a dog that lives for mealtimes and who has no qualms devouring squashed McDonald's Quarter Pounders by the side of the road.
I went out to the grocery store at 7am to replenish her IAMS, came back, and served it to her for breakfast.
More drama. She now looked at the IAMS as if to say, once again: "what the fuck is this?" Or "I realize I can stay strong and go a day without eating! I feel so empowered! Hold out for better food!"
I started panicking. Maybe it wasn't the food at all. Maybe she wasn't feeling well. There was only one test. I rustled a wrapper of a package of roast beef and immediately her appetite miraculously returned. (And yes, I am a softie so I gave her some. It is the good, grass-fed, expensive kind, too!)
It took a day, but she grudgingly returned to her regular IAMS food, which she had always loved before.
Damn, if even I can panic that much about the idea that "she is not eating, therefore something is wrong," I can better understand how parents can get 'all weird' if their otherwise healthy children skip a meal.
To be fair, my dog is eleven years old and I know her food habits very well and although she has a very young spirit, she is not quite a spring chicken.
If she was reading this right now, she would be thinking...mmm...chicken...
Although the nice thing about dogs is that, unlike sullen teens, they can't start Facebook pages complaining about their owners with names like: I'M NOT GONNA EAT KIBBLE--ORGANIC BEEF BURGERS FUR-EVER!
My old dog held out about the indignity of having to eat Mighty Dog for long enough that my mother eventually capitulated and started feeding her people food. Fortunately, Asta is not as strong-willed.
|Depressed, pathetic heap when contemplating healthy dog food shot....|