When mother died eleven years ago, I inherited her three-year old rescued Black Lab, Yappy. We were both grieving, and in my desire to comfort him I fed him, and fed him, and fed him some more. Yappy blossomed! Then we went through all possible diet dog foods; some made him ill, but none took of the extra weight.
Yappy, ten years later, was a “professional old dog”—comfortable with his overweight, he moved as little as possible. It was at this time we switched to Kumpi—Senior for him, because of his obesity.
Now, fourteen months later, I’m wondering what happened to my “professional old dog.” Yapps has slimmed to perfect weight, plus he’s gained so much energy he’s playing and romping with the young’uns more like a four-year old than a fourteen year old!
He really got my attention the other morning. A young adult Basset mix was just in front of him going down the deck steps. Her legs moved just as fast as Yappy’s but, being shorter, didn’t cover quite as much ground. Yappy stuck his nose under her hind end and she went down the steps like a wheelbarrow at Yappy speed.
I should have corrected his bad manners, but I was laughing too hard.
THANK YOU, KUMPI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mary S.
