Shane just had a bath. The fur was flying, and there's more to go.
Shane isn’t well—pancreatitis—so it’s been running here and there, whipping out the credit card, stuffing pills into his food. Saki tries to make him feel better. I just sniff at him. Anyway, he’s okay for the moment. The vet says he’s got to get his weight down.
Whole Foods sells canned dog food called 360, which has only five percent crude fat. Now, what’s crude fat? Unsophisticated? Uncooked? Well, we’re stocked up on the stuff and expect a general reduction in dog weight within the near future. Except Saki. He’s skinny. He runs all day. He even runs in his sleep. Thin and fat are attitude. If you think like a thin dog, you’ll act like a thin dog. If you think like a fat dog, you’ll sleep a lot and watch other dogs run.
That’s what Shane and I do. We watch. When Shane was younger, he used to twirl on his leash during walks. So, if Joan and I walked one mile, he would walk about three miles just from making all those circles. Now, he just plods along. Me? I sit in the yard and watch him plod.
Best wishes, Juno
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