SM opens up the can of Science Diet and plops it on the plate.
"Smells like ass..." SM observes.
"Makes him fart something awful too. I tell you it lingers in the house for hours." He says wrinkling his nose.
"Sprinkle some of the dry food in there with it." I suggested busy getting the other dogs food in their bowls. We discovered that Scooter was more inclined to eat if we fed him along with rest of the pack.
We put everything down and step back. Ginny and Casey eat right away but if we "hover" Scooter tends to not eat. I pretend to be busy but stay close because the other two will muscle him aside and try to eat his food too. I hear him eating but it's slow going. I tempt Ginny and Casey away into the other room with rawhide chews and come back to see that Scooter has walked away. I offered it to him again. Nope.
"Seems like he shares your opinion." I say to SM. "It must taste like ass too."
I put the food on the counter and over the next few hours offered it to him periodically. No thanks. I left to go to work.
When I got home I tried again. Nope. So around lunch time I cooked up some rice, scrambled some eggs and mixed it with a plop of cottage cheese onto a plate and offered him a small portion of that.
He gobbled it right down. So I mixed up some more. Viola. Success!
"It's funny, the Science Diet is specially made to give him everything he needs nutritionally and he won't eat it." I observe.
"Can you take it back?" SM asks.
"Yea. Come to think of it, Cheryl (my Vet Tech) did say we could bring it back for a refund if he didn't eat it. Must happen a lot."
"So you're going to feed him rice and eggs? Is that wise?" SM asks.
"Well...I'll get some ground turkey thawed and fry that up. Toss in some veggies too, I think." I muse.
"What about the protein? Didn't the Vet want him on a low protein diet?" SM points out.
"True. But look at it this way. He needs to eat to keep up his strength. At this point I'll feed him ice cream if that what it takes. And ask yourself this. If your Doctor told you "You could live to be 100 but you have to eat oatmeal 24-7 for the rest of your life OR you could live to be 80 and eat whatever you want." What would you do?" I ask SM.
"Eat what I want." SM responds.
"Yep. Quality over quantity. If it's going to be a crappy life keeping him alive, what's the point? I'd rather he have a shorter, happier life than a long drawn out painful one."
Kind of a "no-brainer" for all of us. So dig in and enjoy that ice cream Kids. In the words of Sheryl Crow
If it makes you happy...It can't be that bad.