I have a third son whom I have mentioned a few times in passing. He is in fact my eldest even though I call my 4 year old my older son (OS). Unlike my other two sons, this son has the same color eyes as I do: brown. Also unlike my other two sons (and this time unlike me), he has four legs and a tail.
Gandalf, our golden retriever, was the baby of the family before OS came along. He got all of our love and attention. Whatever he wanted he got. When Galdalf stopped eating his Nutro dog food for a week, and the veterinarian confirmed that nothing was medically wrong with him, we bought him a new brand of dog food. Gandalf was happy and content.
Although Gandalf loves his younger human brothers dearly, he started displaying his opinions about sharing his life and our attention when we first brought OS home and he ate a pacifer. $400 and one thrown up hot dog later (no comment on the hot dog), he was fine.
A few weeks ago, Gandalf decided to stage a sit-in. He refused to eat his dog food and refused to go outside. Instead he skulked around the kitchen waiting for any table food to drop on the floor. (In a few, isolated cases, he didn't wait.) Fortunately for him, my younger son (YS) is quite skilled at catapulting food so he made out well. I took him to the vet who ran numerous tests and confirmed that Gandalf was fine. Gandalf would begrudgingly eat his food eventually, but he would pick at it instead of gulping it with the gusto that we usually expected from him. We tried buying a new bag of food in case there was something wrong with the bag on hand. Gandalf stuck up his nose at that too. We weren't sure if he was going through some adolescent rebullion. He was driving me nuts. Anytime he even thought I would do something with food, he would come charging in to see if there was anything for him. Whenever I tried to walk around the kitchen, I had to take huge steps to get over him, because he was constantly underfoot.
When his brothers and I were on the Jersey Shore, the big giraffe resolved to break the strike. While he may not be the neatest eater in the world, I have never seen him throw a tantrum involving flinging food. He was thus able to keep table food on the table, which in turn forced Gandalf to empty his own food dish. When I returned home, however, I had neither the ability (with the boys up to their usual eating tricks) nor the desire to continue the dispute.
From my previous experience working and volunteering in veterinary offices, I knew all about the importance of a dog's diet, including not only the food but the treats that he receives. With a heavy heart, I purchased Kibbles and Bits, the "Cocoa Puffs of Dog Food." There was a magical change in attitude. Gandalf gobbled up the food. The same thing happened the next morning at breakfast. I noticed that there wasn't anymore pacing or shadowing of my cooking. In fact, when I stretched my legs to walk over him, I realized it was not necessary...for the first time in ages he actually wasn't underfoot.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Sometimes the best nutrition doesn't make for the best meals.
One of my dogs is diabetic, so it's very important that she eat her meals at regular times. However, often in the mornings, she doesn't feel like eating so I have taken to adding a little shredded cheese or chicken broth to her food to "peak her interest."
Of course, now she's come to expect it and if I just put food in her bowl she looks at it like, "What is this thing you've set before me?"
oor guy's probably going through a funk. One of my cats does this quite a bit. We refer to him at the bi-polar cat. He also likes pet junk food, but I haven't given in to that yet.
Cocoa puffs of dog food. Too true! But the beauty of a retriever is that their stomachs will eventually get the better of them. One of my labs will eat bio-waste if you put it in front of her while the other is a little more picky. But only slightly so, as he's had nothing but the really good stuff since puppyhood.
Can you start mixing the Kibbles and Bits with better food slowly?
(And I'm getting such a kick out of your dog's name. Much more original than all the Brady's and Bailey's out there.)
It's funny how much we worry about our animals. Indy has a bum knee and my wonderful vet calls me every two weeks to check up on her. She's on restricted exercise, but you tell me how to keep her from chasing squirrels in the backyard? I also had to put her on a diet so she's on a bit of a strike as well.
Our cat has a *Smelly* problem and I'm working on her diet too.
When the boys were babies we called Cheerios "Baby Crack" because is just flipped them out (meaning they LOVED them so). Just sounds like he needed his own food crack.
Our lab, Max, did this a few months ago. They said, "Labs don't snub food, they inhale food. Give him a while and he'll eat his food." He didn't eat his food. Like Gandalf, he eat anything on the floor. We took him back, and they ran bloodwork, "just in case". The "just in case" bloodwork turned up a thyroid problem. He'd been sleeping a lot, but credited that to the heat and the fact that he might finally be growing out of puppyhood. But now, he takes his pill morning and night w/ peanut butter, and he's a happy doggie again (still on the same food, Dog Chow).
Professional Mom of two cats, a dog, an ant farm, and oh yeah...two boys: a 6 year old and a 3 year old. Also found in my house is my husband who is known on this blog as The Big Giraffe.
For those of us who didn't get an instruction manual with our babies and for whom parenting hasn't always gone as planned. On a more serious note this blog is about supporting a woman's ability to make her own choices about parenting including the choice, for whatever reason, to bottle feed her babies formula.
One of my dogs is diabetic, so it's very important that she eat her meals at regular times. However, often in the mornings, she doesn't feel like eating so I have taken to adding a little shredded cheese or chicken broth to her food to "peak her interest."
Of course, now she's come to expect it and if I just put food in her bowl she looks at it like, "What is this thing you've set before me?"