I posted last week that Silas was having some stomach trouble. Then he threw up twice in three days. Once in a week is a grey area, twice is his classic food-allergy pattern. So, duck, as the only new-ish thing in his diet, is out for a while.
I’m a little freaked out over this. I had been working off the cheerful assumption that everything he was allergic to was in the kibble he was eating as he developed these symptoms the first time. It’s a lot of things (thanks, Orijen), but it’s a concrete list. Before this trial of duck, he’d had it maybe a half dozen times in his life. It wasn’t quite a novel protein, but it was really close. So, we’re in some seriously murky water here. I’m trying not to think too much about it.
The hilarious up side of this is Silas’s obvious and extreme relief to go back to eating just turkey. I’m not sure if he was avoiding the duck because he knew it was bad for his stomach, or if it’s just his unyielding suspicion of food he hasn’t eaten recently. (He’s like the boy who cried wolf–sometimes he’s right, but a lot of the time I can’t trust his judgment.) After two weeks of integrating duck with his turkey, Silas was visibly nervous about eating. The combination of, in hindsight, an upset stomach and his distrust of that weird food was starting to affect even foods that he’s previously liked.
Tuesday morning’s breakfast was his plainest, most boring, most usual meal. And I swear, he pranced away from the dish when he was done.
Okay, little dog, I get it.