Hooray! The Great Feast resumes!
Today I pick up my marathon training again with a lighter run than normal to test out my newly-healed throat after my cold. Mom told me that if the rain holds out and we are able to get outside bright and early this morning that I can have a bully stick in the afternoon. And to top it off, my ounce of feasting meat has been restored to my bowl and therefore to my mouth - which is where it belongs. Great success!
After a solid year of being a very hairy beast in the legs and belly fringe, mom finally convinced dad to allow her to shave me. I am so aerodynamic! I can't wait to show dad what a slow-poke he is on our run. Dad may have decided it was time for a trim because mom is just so convincing... or maybe it was when someone asked dad if I was a girl dog because I had such a lady-like haircut. Either way, I'm super cool and sleek and it makes for easier weight checks as my metabolism test was in place. I failed! Turns out that I need that ounce of feasting to hold my weight. This is great news for me.
Most pups are fed 2%-2.5% of their body weight in meat each day when they're on the raw diet. But me... The Great Beast Stanislaw... I'm at 5%-5.5%. Delicious! And it just goes to show how many nutrients us canines are able to get from real meat - one single little ounce made a huge difference and I immediately began to lose weight. Hand over those snackages!
So all is as it should be in Beastville (AKA My apartment). I will rest easy tonight and delight in my afternoon bully stick. I've learned an important lesson these past few days: You don't know what you've got 'till it's gone. That applies to feasts. Big-time.
Don't take those feasts for granted.