It's time for a little dog update, I think. Here you see them pictured in their most natural state--sleeping. Or trying to. This they do, oh, about twenty hours a day. You can see the annoyance on their faces that Mommy is, once again, waving a flashing camera in their faces during one of their many nap times. FurGirl is cuddled up on the extra large dog bed she managed to guilt me into buying by pathetically folding her large self into Tallulah's tiny little bed.
Not much to report about FurGirl. She is her usual angelic self, causing no problems, making no waves.
Tallulah? Not so much. I think I've discussed here before Tallulah's tendency to fall upon her food as if it's been several months, rather than several hours, since her last feeding. I've found this "starving puppy" routine more and more worrisome as time has gone on. Finally, one day recently, I decided it might be time to up her portion size. I upped her 1/4 cup (she weighs a hefty 9 lbs) to 1/3 of a cup of food twice per day.
This adjustment had no impact whatsoever on Tallulah's ravenous ways.
I'm beginning to wonder if a half cup or whole cup at a sitting would make any difference. Or if even tossing her into the sack and letting her go at it would sate the dog. I have visions of her making like a goldfish, given unlimited access to food, and eating until her little body actually explodes.
While additional food has had no impact on Tallulah's satisfaction level, it has had an effect. On her poops. As in they have become freakishly large. Quite disproportionately large compared to the teensy increase in input. The first time it occurred, and I happened upon this HUGE poop in the hall, I mean it was half as long as the entire dog, I was all--Whoa, somebody got a treat I didn't know about!
And then it happened again. And again.
The upside? Is that the poop's enormous size is so intimidating that not even the food-obsessed poop-swilling Tallulah can envision eating it. The down side being, of course, that, yah, it's in the hallway. Still. Not every time, but way more often than it should be. In fact, it's been suggested that the dog. Well. Needs a spanking. You know, the whole rolled-up newspaper treatment.
And, people, you know for sure you're bad when your own grandmother pronounces you in need of an ass-whipping.