Dog Health: Feeding a Dog With Food Allergies
It All Started One Winter...
Our older dog had just died of age and so we were down to one dog. We thought about getting another puppy, but hadn't gotten one.
My husband and his friends were on their way to the next state over for some sort of trip, perhaps a fishing trip or a snowmobile trip. I just know they were going.
Apparently, as the story goes, the one received a tearful phone call from his daughter. She was sobbing into the phone about some dog that she had fallen in love with at the Human Society that was on death row. "He's so nice!!!" she said to her father... She asked if she could just sign the papers and bring him on home.
As he listened to his daughter, he suddenly got a bright idea and handed the phone to my husband and said, "Got a dog for you, Jim..."
Then I Got a Phone Call
My phone rang.
It was my husband. He explained that the girl had called and had explained about this dog, this chocolate colored labrador retriever that was going to be put to sleep. He explained that he had told her that "Yes" we would take the dog, and that she'd be dropping the dog off at our place.
Well I Got Home
I drove into the yard and there was my regular dog running around. There was a slightly larger brown dog running in the yard too.
As I parked my car and opened up the door, this brown dog poked his head into the door of my car and poked his nose into my arm and then my shirt and I looked at this dog and said, "Okay, so you are my new dog, huh?"
Yep! It Was
Funny. The dog was a chocolate labrador retriever. The police officer had named him Blue. A brown dog named Blue.
Blue, meet Bertha, my German Shorthair.
He loved her. She was used to our old dog that had died. The old dog was an English Chesapeake named Gator that would bring people large 'sticks' to throw. One such stick was a railroad tie that we had in the yard. The dog would pick it up in its teeth and one was weighed by my husband and it weighed 40 pounds. This was what the dog was carrying around in its mouth.
Anyways, Bertha used to run circles around the older dog. She'd prance around him and he'd take four steps and he'd hack up half a lung. In comparison, Blue made a big difference in her life.
She'd move, he'd move with her. It was like watching a finely tuned ballet couple.
Blue Had Problems
For starters, he had a spot on his tail that was bleeding. We had him in our porch and the walls took a beating. There were blood spots everywhere. Swish marks that were caused by him wagging his happy tail.
Jim took him into the vet and the vet determined that he had allergies, so Jim came home with Dog food that had no Wheat, no Soy, and no corn. All things that contribute to an allergy that causes their skin to weep blood.
We found that Diamond had a wonderful dog food that they eat very well and the bleeding problems, the pooping and peeing problems went away. Everything improved with the dog food that didn't have any allergens.
It took a month or two for his tail to heal up, but soon he was good as new. Not only was he a lot calmer than the wild dog he had been portrayed, but he soon started developing his own personality of sorts.
He was very willing to bring Jim something to throw. Yes. As much as you hear about training dogs to fetch, you sometimes have a dog that has to patiently teach you to throw for him. This sometimes takes a little time and people can be a little tough to train.
You know how cats purr when they are contented? Well, Blue has a tendency to rumble. When you are in the same room with him, he'll look at you and he has this rumbling noise that he constantly emits. He does it on purpose.