You’ve seen my posts about my one-hundred twenty-two pound Mastiff mix, Croc. Just so you know, Croc does have a few faults, but he is a good eater. I tried mixing kibble with a can of dog food to encourage Buzzy, my little dog to eat. It’s not unusual for Buzzy to go a couple of days and not touch food. When he finally gets hungry, he will run by and grab two or three kibbles. The mix only enticed Buzzy for a day or two, though it did enable Croc to gain ten pounds in a couple of weeks.
All that eating pays off like a slot machine. Croc regularly cranks out four major poops a day. Bud does all our accounts. Based on his calculations, Croc’s poops cost about a dollar each. That’s one fancy dog. Hopefully, it was a good economic move to cut him back to just kibble.
All that food creates a malodorous symphony. Needless to say, Croc is not constrained by modesty and sounds like the tuba section in a brass band. The concert doesn’t seem to disturb him, but he has been known to get up and move when the odor is powerful enough to make his eyes water. He appears to hold a grudge toward us if the aroma moves him along. It’s not unusual for him to glare at us accusingly if he’s especially offended.