I was patting Treelo’s side yesterday when I noted, with some dismay, that he’d lost the thin layer of padding over his ribs again.
This is common in the summer when he’s running so much, but he’d put on some good weight this winter — partly thanks to the addition of shredded cheese to his meals. (Which Kenzie is thankful for, being as how we can’t give Treelo a treat and leave out our chubby canine foodie on the largesse.)
But, here I was, feeling each and every rib through Treelo’ shaggy coat.
Why, my friend? Why don’t you want to eat your meals?