Dog Novel Protein Diet Novels & Stories

The universal dog response to any question that might involve food. I'd prepared for this. Weeks ago, when the vet had given me the list—soft foods, easily digestible, high in protein. Scrambled eggs. Boiled chicken. Things that would give her strength without upsetting her stomach. The kitchen was just a few steps away. I scrambled eggs quickly—two of them, no butter, no salt, the way the vet had said. The smell filled the small kitchen, warm and familiar. When I brought the plate back, Gas's nose was already working, her nostrils flaring.

"Nice flowers." "Thanks," I tuck the top of the envelope back inside and lay it on the desk next to the flowers. We've been researching granola-based dog food. It was a huge craze in the nineties but my boss thinks there's a position in the market for it with today's health-conscious millennials. He's wrong.

Well, it made me sick to see how the poor man suffered with that thing on. I stand up and walk into the kitchen, find the bag of dog food, and pour him a good portion into his bowl. Dante doesn't move. He just looks at me and shakes his head to the side. “Don't even think about it,” I say through my teeth. I sense his intentions. “I won't give you meat today. You gave me quite a scare last week,” I comment, as I go over to him to stroke his back. I used to give him a lot of wet food, but since he was vomiting a lot a few days ago, and the vet told me he was intolerant to human food, I decided to stick to the rules and feed him a specific diet for dogs.

Waving her off I watch the two muscle bound dogs run over to gobble their food. "Pretty sure I'm not the one that feeds them Quail eggs." I gave a snide remark. Azrael was one of those high end dog feeders. She fed them vitamins, broth, quail eggs, actual meat, and some bones. They were some of the healthiest dogs I'd ever seen. "I want the best for my boys." She treats them with some bacon she cooked, making them speak and shake for the treat. Rolling my eyes I feel her arms wrap around me from behind, pressing herself into me. She trailed kisses along my neck as her hands toyed with my shirt.

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He just seemed to watch. No one actually knows if this neighborhood watch really exists, but no one dares to question Dino. His crotch claw had gone viral and they knew he wasn't one to mess with. As he stretched he smelled freshly opened gourmet food being placed out for him in his food bowl in the kitchen. Meredith got him a variety pack of the good stuff packed with lots of protein and juicy meat. As Dino got closer to the kitchen he noticed something about the dry food that was out in case Meredith got busy and got home after dinner.

So what have they been feeding her, Joe? “They fast ’em once a week. Feed ’em bone or muscle meat once a week. Two-thirds canine maintenance, one-third frozen feline diet for the remainder of the week. She's eating well. Don’t know what seems to be the problem. She won’t let him near her to breed.” You’d better believe it, Joe. She strolled off, found a protected area in the sun near the entrance to their faux cave, lay down, and rested her head on her paws.

Every once in a while, Dory would look at Polly to see if he was watching. Dory had watched her distribute the food equally all the time. A scoop each of the dog food in pellets then she would take the human food - rice and viand usually. One can tell that the human food she gives her dogs were prepared just for them. It was not the usual leftover food. There was enough rice there and each one got equal amounts of chicken heads, and pork bones. She would have some soup, too, which her dogs really like. For a good five to ten minutes, her dogs would become quiet. All one could hear was the chewing and gnawing from all three dogs.

I straighten out my test and place it on my reading table, grabbing my tablet and quickly checking Google for fast ways to heal Chowder’s injury. I find a number of ways that seem acceptable. I try to find out what kind of animal he is but that doesn’t come out very productive. I try to find out what to give him to eat but that doesn’t come out very productive either. I decide on dog food since he’s so small and cute...like a puppy. I go out to buy dog food and medications I found on Google to be helpful. I sprint down the road. My love for Chowder, growing each second and concern getting bigger.

Daniel nodded, “Do we need a high-protein diet or just keep it at a balanced diet?” Doctor Martin smiled, “You can keep her at a normal, balanced, diet. I appreciate how committed you are.” I sighed, “He is very committed.” She laughed, “You can’t get away with anything, can you?” I shook my head, “Nope, and I do appreciate it. I just have so much that I want and need to get done.” She answered, “I’m sure you can still get it all done, you just need to have some help handy.”