What are you feeding him? kaylasmom’s 80-pound Lab drops seven or so little round poop balls, each about the size of a backgammon doubling cube.*
(Natural Balance Limited Ingredient Diet, one cup in the morning, and another in the evening.)
in size, not shape.*
** I was going to say hazelnut, so as to keep the relative shape accurate, but I didn’t want to hurt Filbert’s feelings.
Right now due to finances, a cheapo food with lots of corn. I know, and I feel guilty about it. His poop isn’t large, but he dropped around 11 turds on the patio this morning. I really don’t mind the amount of poop, just where he chose to drop it. At least it’s better than in the living room. But he doesn’t have any allergies. He’s lively and happy and next time I’ll do better and buy him a good food with meat in it.
Also, two cups a day seems a little small for my pooch. I feed him four (8 oz.) cups a day.
What the hell is wrong with me? I am exhausted and headachey and sweaty for five days now, and I can’t figure out why.
I had mono 15 years ago. Seems unlikely I’d relapse at this point.
I do not have any cold or flu symptoms.
A negative pregnancy test last night
Thyroid med dosage ought to be keyed in; due to have it checked in a week or so anyhow
Whhhhyyyyyyy do I feel so crappy and tired, and why do I have to feel this way? I don’t want to feel crummy. I want to cook dinner and play with my daughter and still have the energy to get some writing in after they go to bed. I do not want to feel like crap on toast.
Why can’t I buy brown socks in units of one pair, or in groups of three pairs of brown socks? If I want brown socks, I have to buy the package that include a pair of cream socks and a pair of tan socks. I don’t want cream or tan socks! Just brown socks. Grrr.
I approve of this rant, since I had a hell of a time finding red no-show socks. I wear them with Crocs, so they actually do show, and I like to color co-ordinate with my outfit. I finally found some and have them coming from China. Eventually.
You wear Crocs and you’re worried about looking “put-together?” Isn’t that a little contradictory? (I keed, I keed! Sort of!)
Rant/anti-rant, all rolled into one: Several weeks ago, we finally reached the end of our financial rope, and applied for help from a foundation that does this sort of thing for first responders injured or killed in the line of duty. After giving up hope, we finally heard back - they were coming Wednesday, with husband’s boss, photo op, blah, blah, publicity-cakes. Hooray! Money! Desperately-needed money! And now Wednesday’s visit will be Tuesday, the baby drew on the white mantel with a Sharpie this morning, the dining table is still covered with laundry to fold, the dogs need baths, I need a bath, etc. I’ll never get it together in time! (So I’m fiddle-farting around on the Dope, instead!)
Whee!
You’ll get it together - you’ve been holding your family’s world together for quite a while now, this is naught but a pimple.
Higher quality food is often denser in calories, so you don’t feed as much. If it’s not listed on the bag, sometimes in tiny writing, the kcal per cup can be found on most of the food companies’ websites these days.
The only thing I miss about our old house - a shower that’s actually big enough to share with a Belgian mal or a great Pyrenees! JO will stay kenneled while we have visitors, and it looks like 'Dora will just get a baby powder “bath” and brush-out. It’s pissing rain right now, so I can’t even toss them into the outside kennel and hit them with the water hose (unless I want huge fuzzy balls of mud in the house.)
Laundry is almost done. Just a couple more sheets to fold. I cheated, though, and decided that one load needed to go back into the washer, because I just couldn’t face hanging clothes, too.
The rain is scheduled to stop around the time the little girls go to bed. I can slap on a dab of paint then.
But I’m really hoping I can convince everyone to meet somewhere, since it’s pissing rain and our dirt/clay road is becoming 4-wheel-drive territory! 
My vet wanted me to keep him on a lower calorie food because he was gaining a bit of weight. At one point he was over 95 lbs. I fed him three cups a day of a weight control food that had 320 calories a cup. At 960 calories a day, he lost 20 lbs. in a year. The vet was pleased with his weight loss but says he can still stand to lose about 10 more lbs. So I prefer to keep him on a low calorie food, but with some filler so he’s satisfied. There are some low calorie foods that are more digestible and cause less waste, though. I just have to get him back on some now that my finances are less dire. As soon as he’s finished with what I’m feeding him now, I’ll get him some more.
Makes sense, cochrane! I had a kitty who really enjoyed her kibble. When I switched everyone in the house to a low-carb kibble, her portion was a measly 1/8 of a cup twice a day. Sure enough calories, but dang she was done in a minute and so unsatisfied! I used it as an occasional treat after that and just fed canned food. She was much happier. And svelte!
Lacunae Matata-I actually had a compliment last week from someone who noticed that my socks matched my shirt! I’m fortunate to work where the dress code for shoes is “no rubber flip-flops”. 
I really hate having a cold. In the great scheme of things it’s no big deal, but it’s making me grouchy.
The grouchy strikes. I’ve just heard two commercials that are really, really stupid.
One is for a cellular company, in which they say something about how great it would be to have a five-wheeled unicycle. I’d like to slap that ad writer with a dead carp, and I’d like to slap the person who bought the ad with a dead tuna.
The other is for Bayer aspirin, which seems to think that they’ve done *such *a good job of promoting the use of aspirin in case of a heart attack that they now have to re-educate people that aspirin is for aches and pains.
Is the lowest common denominator really that dumb?
Re. aspirin, they’ve been losing a lot of market to ibuprofen and paracetamol, and a lot of people have become scared that having an aspirin will give them bleeding ulcers.
I know someone who gave herself a bleeding ulcer with aspirin - on a regime of more than 20 1g pills a day! (And now she’s a doctor… then again, as a gerontologist, her patients are expected to die on her)
Yes.
It galls me every time I see a fruit or vegetable or nut/grain based food with “Cholesterol Free!” touted prominently on the front. Well, duh.
I just saw an ad for Chex’ new gluten-free oatmeal, and rolled my eyes so hard that I saw my own brain. (Yeah, I know, cross-contamination, etc. But still.) My bag of rice is also gluten-free. So’s the milk, and the tomatoes, and the grapes!
And right now, I’m a little surprised and pleased with myself. All I have to do before company arrives is steam the floor, bake a pound cake, and shower. The dining table is free of laundry and has a cloth. The kitchen is scrubbed. The paint is even touched-up. Bathrooms clean, with guest towels out and clean rugs in place. I even have a tray prepared for coffee, tea, and pound cake!
Murphy being a right bastard, I assume that there will be some massive disaster between now and one pm.
Man, if I steamed the floor, baked a pound cake, and took a shower, I’d consider it a banner day.
My three year old woke up whiny and excitable. And it’s pouring rain. Today is gonna be greeeeeeat.
What on earth is going on with all the “Darth Vader” Twitter accounts? They keep following me, and every time I block them another one pops up a few days later.
Well, Michelle Murphy struck. No pound cake, because she decided to smear the cream cheese all over the clean living room.
But I got a shower, and the living room is clean again! And the visitor hasn’t called or materialized…