Monday, January 4, 2010
Eat Your Veggies
It came to the point where we had to admit it. The Family Dog is overweight. The last time I took him to the vet, he tipped the scales at 117. The doctor said he had to lose weight. "I don't think he really weighs that much," I protested, "The tech didn't wait for him to stand still". "Okay, so he's 115; not 117", said the doctor, "He's still overweight." I had to admit he was right. "Cut his dog food down by 25%", the doctor ordered, "and give him vegetables to make up the difference". Okay. The Family Dog now gets dog food with a side of garden salad. He mostly likes carrots and string beans, but he's also fond of cucumbers and green pepper. The sugar snap peas were a disaster; he chewed them and then spit them out individually all over the house. At $2.99 a bag, I can find better things to do with them. I think the effort is beginning to show. The Family Dog looks a little slimmer, he's getting enough to eat and he's now a believer in volumetrics. There's only one problem. We too have begun to eat more healthily, and every time I start to cut up vegetables for us, he thinks it's for him.
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Our family dog would commit suicide by starving herself if she had to eat vegetables. If I give her a bite of sandwich, she very fastidiously picks it apart to make sure there aren't any pickles or tomatoes hiding on it. Only after doing that and casting off all the veggies will she finally eat her handout. She apparently hasn't realized that bread itself is vegetable matter.
Perhaps loving raw vegetables is an acquired taste.
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