Summer is almost here and once again our canine friends have made the news.
The first item I found told the weight dropping story of Obie. Obie is a dachshund owned by Nora Vanatta in Portland, Oregon. Apparently like Moi, Obie likes his treats. The more he ate the fatter he got. When he reached 77 pounds he resembled a large Nathan's all beef wiener than a dog. Nora put him on a diet. You can see from his picture, Obie's legs barely touched the ground. After Obie lost 40 pounds his stomach may not have dragged the ground but 2 1/2 pounds of extra skin did. He had a tummy tuck and now plans to show off his new physique to all those female Hot dogs in his pack of friends.
Years ago I watched an episode of Dirty Jobs on a turkey farm. The males had been engineered to be so big chested they couldn't get close enough to the females to mate. The females had to be artificially inseminated. Fat animals are around us everywhere, my neighbors adopted a dog through a network of friends, this Chocolate Lab looks more like a pot bellied pig than a dog. The base of her tail is as big around as my wrist.
Over weight dogs and cats are at epidemic proportions. Years ago my vet whipped me with a wet noodle for allowing my cat to gain weight. As if on cue, one of the office cats waddled in. His stomach barely cleared the floor and his sides were rounded out like balloons, I looked at him and replied pointing, "You can not say a word to me when you have that waddling around your office."
With the removal of wet food from his diet and a new puppy in the house, Izzy soon lost a few pounds. Not enough for a tummy tuck but enough to have a beer belly swinging back and forth when he swaggers.
Our second dog tail comes to us from Santa Rosa, California. It seems a pooch named Toby was served his water in a shiny, I'm talking buffed to a radiant glow shiny metal bowl. The bowl was so shiny it and the water acted like a prism in a magnifying glass . The Weisbrich's kitchen is a bright, sunny room. Toby's bowl was placed in a bright corner of the kitchen. The bowl caught a sunbeam throwing it back onto the wall. The light was intensified by the prism effect of the bowl and concentrated in one spot. If you ever sat in the sun with a magnifying glass as a kid, you know if you angled it just right it would concentrate the light causing a fire. I, myself, remember burning a small hole in my jeans one day and leaving small, burn marks all over paper. Like the magnifying glass of our childhood the bowl threw the sunbeam back onto the wall. A fire soon broke out. Fortunately it was quickly put out. Needless to say, Toby has a new bowl.
There are as many pet bowls to chose from as there are dog and cat breeds. I used a ceramic bowl with cute paw prints all over it for my two cats until they knocked it off the counter conducting an experiment on gravity. I went to a thick plastic bowl that wouldn't break even under the weight of Obie and his pals. the plastic gave Kayla a rash under her chin so now they eat out of one of those shiny metal bowls. Not to worry, my kitchen is on the dark side. My two dogs used to eat out of matching plastic bowls, the same kind the cats used only bigger. They didn't suffer rashes but when the edges became so rough from being chewed I bought them metal bowls too. Again they are not in the sunlight. The first set of metal bowls I bought came with a stand. I thought my old girl could eat more comfortably if she didn't need to bend over as far. She seemed to like it. Of all the bowls I've used, metal is definitely my number one pick. They are easy to clean, they don't break if the cat knocks it off the counter so he can watch it fall and they don't cause rashes under the chin. What kind of bowl do you like to use?
Well, until next time, keep those metal bowls out of the sun or keep the fire extinguisher handy.
The first item I found told the weight dropping story of Obie. Obie is a dachshund owned by Nora Vanatta in Portland, Oregon. Apparently like Moi, Obie likes his treats. The more he ate the fatter he got. When he reached 77 pounds he resembled a large Nathan's all beef wiener than a dog. Nora put him on a diet. You can see from his picture, Obie's legs barely touched the ground. After Obie lost 40 pounds his stomach may not have dragged the ground but 2 1/2 pounds of extra skin did. He had a tummy tuck and now plans to show off his new physique to all those female Hot dogs in his pack of friends.
Years ago I watched an episode of Dirty Jobs on a turkey farm. The males had been engineered to be so big chested they couldn't get close enough to the females to mate. The females had to be artificially inseminated. Fat animals are around us everywhere, my neighbors adopted a dog through a network of friends, this Chocolate Lab looks more like a pot bellied pig than a dog. The base of her tail is as big around as my wrist.
Over weight dogs and cats are at epidemic proportions. Years ago my vet whipped me with a wet noodle for allowing my cat to gain weight. As if on cue, one of the office cats waddled in. His stomach barely cleared the floor and his sides were rounded out like balloons, I looked at him and replied pointing, "You can not say a word to me when you have that waddling around your office."
With the removal of wet food from his diet and a new puppy in the house, Izzy soon lost a few pounds. Not enough for a tummy tuck but enough to have a beer belly swinging back and forth when he swaggers.
Our second dog tail comes to us from Santa Rosa, California. It seems a pooch named Toby was served his water in a shiny, I'm talking buffed to a radiant glow shiny metal bowl. The bowl was so shiny it and the water acted like a prism in a magnifying glass . The Weisbrich's kitchen is a bright, sunny room. Toby's bowl was placed in a bright corner of the kitchen. The bowl caught a sunbeam throwing it back onto the wall. The light was intensified by the prism effect of the bowl and concentrated in one spot. If you ever sat in the sun with a magnifying glass as a kid, you know if you angled it just right it would concentrate the light causing a fire. I, myself, remember burning a small hole in my jeans one day and leaving small, burn marks all over paper. Like the magnifying glass of our childhood the bowl threw the sunbeam back onto the wall. A fire soon broke out. Fortunately it was quickly put out. Needless to say, Toby has a new bowl.
There are as many pet bowls to chose from as there are dog and cat breeds. I used a ceramic bowl with cute paw prints all over it for my two cats until they knocked it off the counter conducting an experiment on gravity. I went to a thick plastic bowl that wouldn't break even under the weight of Obie and his pals. the plastic gave Kayla a rash under her chin so now they eat out of one of those shiny metal bowls. Not to worry, my kitchen is on the dark side. My two dogs used to eat out of matching plastic bowls, the same kind the cats used only bigger. They didn't suffer rashes but when the edges became so rough from being chewed I bought them metal bowls too. Again they are not in the sunlight. The first set of metal bowls I bought came with a stand. I thought my old girl could eat more comfortably if she didn't need to bend over as far. She seemed to like it. Of all the bowls I've used, metal is definitely my number one pick. They are easy to clean, they don't break if the cat knocks it off the counter so he can watch it fall and they don't cause rashes under the chin. What kind of bowl do you like to use?
Well, until next time, keep those metal bowls out of the sun or keep the fire extinguisher handy.
thats interesting about the dog bowls, someone at work this week told me a funny story about metal dog bowls. seems her pooch found it great fun to take his metal ; bowls to the top of ths steps and let it clang and bang all the way down. then this was repeated over and over.
ReplyDeleteYour co-worker's pooch sounds like a budding scientist. Hopefully he keeps his amusements to the daytime hours. My two enjoy digging. My yard looks like a battlefield from WWII, trenches everywhere. Now if I could only teach them to dig where I want bushes planted I'd be set. It's not just dogs that keep me amused. My cat, Izzy, loves to watch the printer when it is dashing off a story. Thanks for reading my blog. I'm working on my next post so keep a lookout for it.
DeleteMy little dog has a small white with gold trim bowl I picked up at a thrift store and a USA brown soup bowl (with handle) for water. He seems fine with both, no accidents yet! He's a mix of a Maltese and dachshund and at a year old this month, weighs in at just under 8 pounds. Vet is happy with me! His name is Bonaparte, you know, small body, big ego! You can see photos of him at his blog, http://chiotjournal.blogspot.com/ if you care to visit! Thanks for keeping me on your list!
ReplyDeleteBonaparte sounds adorable. I don't think smaller dogs have as much trouble with ceramic bowls as larger ones. It is so much fun watching them grow and develop their personalities. I've known more than one dog like Bonaparte, big ego, personality stuffed into a small body. Kinda like cream filling trying to escape from a cream puff. Take care. I'm planning my next post so watch out for it.
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