Life With Boys

The mis-adventures of two crazy boys and their bleary eyed parents.


The Beast …

Callie — the beast — has had a rough couple of weeks. You see Ms. Stinky Breath had a dental cleaning in which they ended up pulling all of her remaining molars. (And you don’t even want to know what it cost in the end.)

So now she isn’t stinky but can only eat soft food — which smells way worse than she did. And apparently she has a texture issue — she will only lick the gravy off the nugget stuff and I tried something shredded this morning and that was a no go too.

We are at a loss to figure out how much to feed her. If you go by the can you are supposed to feed one can per 6 pounds twice a day — which given she is fat would mean 4 CANS of food a day. I just can’t believe it — how could she consume that much when she was only allowed to have 2/3 a cup of dry food a day. I understand there is a water differential, but still.

Matt commented that she and I get more alike all the time. I guess I should remind him she still has her biting teeth.



One response to “The Beast …”

  1. Actually, (as Morgan would say) Callie and Matt have a lot in common — they both have what they believe to be funny things to say — only Callie is smart enough not to say them.

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