Sadie is fitting into our lives quite snugly. She's recovered from kennel cough, and has had a huge appetite lately: picture a 22-pound dog eating three cups of dry dog food a day! She does have champagne tastes, I'm afraid. Wayside Waifs send a five-pound bag of Science Diet dog food home with us, and since I had just bought a huge bag of Purina Kibbles and Chunks for Mandy just before she died, I figured I'd switch Sadie gradually to that. I set a separate bowl of it beside her doggie dish, so she could taste it.
She'd smell it, then go back to the Science Diet stuff in her dish.
So, I mixed a little of it in with her fancy-smancy fare.
She quite carefully ate every piece of her preferred food, leaving the Purina at the bottom of her dish.
Yesterday we ran out of Science Diet, and yes, she is eating the other stuff. Not as enthusiastically, though. She'd been getting up a couple times in the night to eat, before; I don't think she did that last night.
I just can't force myself to pay over a dollar a pound for dog food. I might compromise somewhat and buy Iams, or some other premium kind, if Sadie doesn't start eating Purina with a little more gusto.
Meanwhile, she has made herself a part of the family. She loves our daily walks in the pasture, and gets quite excited when she sees Cliff and me putting on our walking shoes and coats. She loves the granddaughters and is so happy to see them when they arrive in the morning, and when they get off the bus, afternoons. She's doing better at coming when I call, although she does have lapses from time to time.
She made the choice, her first night here, to sleep beside my bed; so I take her bed in with me when I turn in. She stays there all night, and if I wake up, I can reach down easily and pet her.
She's not had a single accident in the house.
She's a wonderful dog.