Yoshi, our dog, has recently gotten his food switched. He was on a veterinary recommended diet of the most expensive (shock!) food available. This was for a skin allergy that he used to have from excess protein in some of his old food. We moved him to a protein free special formula that helped clear up his skin.
He was, however, developing an ear allergy. We don’t know what that is from, so we talked to a vet at a local pet store. His recommendation was to cut off the non-protein snacks for a while and give him a different food. This has duck and potatoes, but is still supposed to be good for his allergy as well. It’s slightly cheaper too.
When we switched food, I didn’t adjust the food amounts properly. His old food was a large round ball, which looked like a cheese puff. This new food is a flattened disc like shape, more like a nilla wafer. (Why do I describe dog food like processed food I ate as a child? That’s disturbing.) I was supposed to give “one to one and a half” cups of one of this new food. I kept over feeding Yoshi for the first week.
As a result, Yoshi’s been dropping poo bombs that are just incredibly huge and stinky all the time. He was like clockwork on his last diet, once a day, every day during our walk in the late morning. Now he’s squeezing them off twice or three times a day. Worse yet, he’s trying to eat them if we don’t watch and clean it up. Ew.
We finally sorted out that his problem was his over feeding. We significantly reduced his meal today, and he’s back to a more normal behavior. Now, unfortunately, he’s developed gas. He used to occasionally silently gas the room while he was on my lap. Now he’s actually developed a sound to accompany it. He’ll drop his ears and look up with a grin as he leaves the room after doing his damage. Both my wife on the couch and I have been gassed in this manner this evening. You don’t realize what’s happened until it’s far too late.
I was the undisputed champion in the household until Yoshi’s little uprising today. At least I gave a warning that let all women and children run to safety. Think of it like an air siren. Now I mark the arrival of him into a room like a challenger to my olfactory supremacy.
Whoever wins, my wife’s nose loses.
