Yep, two entries in a day, but this one deserved one on its own.
Riley is down to 29.5 lbs, as of Saturday! I honestly didn't realize how much he's lost until I realized people weren't coming in the shop insulting the poor dog. It got to the point where my employees would basically tell people to shut the heck up nicely about it.
I feel bad, because it was honestly not his fault - the vet and I were baffled for years, to the point where we were going to put him on drugs for this. We drew blood, expected there to be a thyroid issue - he naturally has a low temp, a low heartrate, low everything, and then tested him for all sorts of lovely things. (900 dollars later, vet said, "well, he's zen, that's for sure.") People would sniff at me to walk the poor dog and feed him less and I'd point out we went three miles every other day, and he ate a 1/4 cup of light dog food daily with green beans, and that was it. Sigh.
Finally, I've found the diet that works for him. Thirteen pounds off, five to go!
Haha, the only thing that now I laugh about is that funky little tail. It's the worst dock job ever, and now you can see it... ;) I'm okay with that.