This is Bongo: part Australian Shepherd, part Border Collie, part something unknown. One eye is brown, the other, green. He is slightly OCD about birds and balls and sheds way too much hair during the summer months.
He has an owie on his foot.
Oh. Excuse me, I need to switch to adult talk. Too many hours spent talking baby.
What I meant to say is, his thumb nail got caught in something (do dogs have thumb nails?), causing it to tear part way off and little red drops of blood to shed in a trail on the floor and him to limp around feeling sorry for himself for a couple of days.
Me, being the mean one, was willing to let the nail fall off. Or, rip it off and let the paw heal by itself.
J, being the nice one, promptly took Bongo to the vet before I could formulate any other solutions.
The vet ripped the sucker right off, and now Bongo is sporting a fancy little bandage and hobbling around the house looking woeful.
Bongo looking sad with his bandaged paw.
But, what was far more disturbing than the ripping off of the nail, was what the vet told J.
"She said Bongo is overweight."
"What?" I shrieked, protectively. I may be a mean Mum, but he's still my
I inspected Bongo for excess pudge but could see none.
"Apparently she should be able to feel his lower ribs easily, and she couldn't."
"That's ridiculous. Who wants to be able to find ribs easily? Easily-found ribs mean starvation."
"She says he should be getting one-and-a-half to two cups of dog food per day."
"Because right now I give him five or six cups, plus tidbits."
J spits out drink.
"What did you say? How much? What?"
"He likes to eat!" I protested. "He needs food! He's always hungry! It's not my fault!"
It's true. That's how it goes in this house - he eats the food in his bowl, I refill it. There's leftovers, I give them to him. I'm chopping something in the kitchen and he stands beside me staring with his big, doleful eyes, I cave.
I guess I have to resist the temptation to cave and overfeed him, as my motherly instincts would have me do.
Because, not enough exercise + too many snacks = lardy dog with unfindable ribs.
Time for a doggy diet.