Food, glorious food

Woof, guide dog Fletcher here blogging about my favourite subject – food! It even starts with the letter “f” like my name.

But first, a moment’s pause in respect of the fallen in Paris. What happened in France was so awful that it put me off blogging last week. The human tragedy. Also the subsequent death of police dog, Diesel. So it was great to find out that the Russian government donated puppy, Dobrynya, to train with the French police and carry on in Diesel’s paw prints.

Returning to the topic of food. I love my food in all its forms including treats or “noms” as some folk say. Just the smell of food gets me excited. My nose starts sniffing as soon as there’s even a hint of food.

Me guide dog Fletcher with my nose pointed up at camera

So what do I eat? I eat kibble – which is dried cereal-based dog food – mixed in with water. I have it twice a day for breakfast and dinner (my human hasn’t heard of second breakfast, elevenses, tea, supper. I’m still trying to educate them). The photo below doesn’t do it justice.

Stainless steel dog bowl with brown kibble in water

And the smell is heavenly. Ah, the aroma of rotting meat. Tongue out good.

Me guide dog Fletcher with my pink tongue out

So imagine my delight when an extra bag of dog food arrived. Guide Dogs help out with my food costs by providing most of my food. They’re changing dog food suppliers. So out with the Eukanuba and in with the Royal Canin. But it’s not as simple as that at my end.

My change in diet has to be introduced gradually. The amount of food I’m allowed to eat is strictly controlled at 5.5 oz per meal on Eukanuba switching to 307g per day of Royal Canin based on Guide Dogs’ recommendations.

I’m starting with 75% Eukanuba and 25% Royal Canin, then 50:50, then 25% and 75% and so on until my original food is used up. And, if I’m given any extra treats during the day (they’re even more yummy) then they have to be deducted from my daily food allowance (reckon I’ll leave my human to do the maths and I’ll stick with quality control and taste testing. So far so good).

At the moment, I’ve got to be weighed every two weeks at the vets too for a minimum of six weeks. I don’t mind and, yesterday, I even felt like posing for a photo.

Me guide dog Fletcher sitting on weighing scales

The diet control and weight management are to make sure I’ve the best chance of staying healthy and not overloading my joints with excess weight. Or going the other way and being all skin and bone (shudder). It’s about keeping my weight stable. It’s also about consistency of what comes out the other end. I’m not great with other food and don’t like having tummy upsets or diarrhoea.

So if you meet me or a fellow guide dog, please don’t give us guide dogs food or treats. It’s not good for us. And whilst we may look at you with big pleading eyes, we’re well looked after in the food department. Really.

Must dash. I’m sure I can hear my human rustling something. It must be time for dinner…

Woof and paw, Fletcher.

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(c) pawsatthekerb™, November 2015.


Frightful Fireworks

Just a few lines from me, guide dog Fletcher, this week!

Now I know many of you enjoyed this weekend’s fireworks. But I’m a sensitive soul. I don’t like all those bangs and flashes of light.

Not my kind of weekend at all.

I didn’t feel up to barking out a full length blog post. As to having my photo taken, no way (yes, I know I usually share my pics with you). Spent most of the time curled up against my human with the TV on in the background.

Don’t worry. I’ll be back on form next week with a pawsome post. All about my favourite subject – food.

Woof and paw, Fletcher.

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(c) pawsatthekerb™, November 2015; updated June 2016.

I’m now 2 years old!

Woof woof from me, guide dog Fletcher! A woof to celebrate each year of my life. I’m now two years old. A teenager in dog years.

I’ve grown-up fast. This is a photo of me when I was a two month puppy. Aren’t I adorable?!

Me guide dog Fletcher as a puppy looking up at camera

The photo came from my brilliant puppy-walker, Di. Guide Dog volunteer puppy walkers make sure us guide dogs have a great start in life. So, this blog post is dedicated to them.

My birthday was on Tuesday. My day kicked off with extra fuss. To be honest, at the time I hadn’t grasped the concept of what a birthday was. All I knew was that I didn’t wanted my belly rubs to stop. Ah bliss, a spa-day.

Me guide dog Fletcher having a belly rub

And there was more fun to be had.

Now, I have a new cuddly toy. It’s a posh one which has been specially made for dogs (with embroidered eyes and double-stitched seams). It’s an elephant. And, it’s huge. It’s a little tricky to run up and down with it in my mouth. So I keep dropping it. But that doesn’t stop me trying. Oh, and it’s great for licking.

Me guide dog Fletcher licking elephant cuddly toy

It makes a good head rest too.

Me guide dog Fletcher with head resting on elephant toy

I also got an extra treat from human no. 2. Not entirely sure what it was but it was tasty. I do like my food. The rest of the day was business as usual which I also loved. I like guiding my human no.1; taking them out and about. Keeping them safe with paws at the kerb. I am a guide dog after all. A guide dog who’s now two years old.

That’s it from me. Keeping it short and sweet as it’s been a busy week.

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