While we are camping, we are still struggling with getting Finnegan to eat. Since his infected tooth, and subsequent extraction, he has not wanted to eat much of any thing, even people food. He was drinking water okay, but just was shaking anytime we tried to get him to eat. We can't get him to eat unless we soften his hard kibble... and kinda shove one mushy piece at a time in his mouth, tilting his chin back until he swallows!
He will nibble at a bit of this or that of people food on his own, but not enough to sustain him. And never the same thing twice. We are stumped.
Thursday morning, two times he was upchucking yellow bile from his empty stomach. We were 77 miles from the vet, but they said we could bring him over there in 2 hours.
So we packed up the motorhome and got road worthy in 10 minutes flat. I drove ahead in the Saturn with little Finnegan while Steve followed in the motorhome at a slower pace. I drove to the vet, and he drove home to wait.
Poor Finnegan was not happy to be back at the vet office, but they took him right in while I waited in the car. They wanted to check the condition of the gums at the 3 extraction sites, and all was good and healing fine. Whew!
They checked him all over and did some new tests. All is good. He sniffed and ate some choice morsals of their food samples!!!
Sooooooo they determined perhaps this finicky little guy just might too smart for us!!!!
He is just being picky, and is able to crunch on hard pieces of their kibble!!! They said he is probably associating the flavor of his regular food with the pain of the teeth, and of us forcing him to eat.
They gave us some appetite enhancers pills to make him hungrier...and they sent us home with four sample bags of various types to see which he liked best. I drove the 13 miles back home to where Steve was waiting with the motorhome parked in the driveway.
We set out four dishes of food samples, and he ate one dish clean!!!
Although our campsite was paid for another night, it was getting too late to run back to the vet for a bag of that food, so we decided to sleep at home, and leave in the morning to go camping again.
We took a walk along the beach. There were 15-20 Canadian geese hanging out, confused by the warm weather. Should they go South? Should they stay here up North?
I saw this beautiful weed in the sand, tinged with red from nights of frost during the last few weeks.
With a cup of fresh coffee in my hands,
This is how we greeted the day.
That sassy little dog decided he only wanted to eat a handful of his new food this morning. Then he turned up his nose, and refused any more.
At lunch, we made shredded chicken tacos, and he was more than happy to eat some chicken meat! That stinker!! For supper, he turned his nose up again at the new food. Yup, that $30 bag. Arrgghh. He had lost too much weight over the last few weeks to do "tough love" and starve him into eating. But we gave in, and fed him a few bites of our own supper for now.
The trouble with long haired dogs who are eating people food is evident with needing baths from upset stomachs of too rich foods. Stinky long haired butts need baths every time they go. Ugh.
Gotta get more kibble into this guy.