I am such a SUCKER! for all things small and pitiful. Some horrible and mean person dropped off a litter of pups, one of them made it to my house and the rest ended up down the road at a neighbors home. We don't have a dog, with Jacob having cp and balance issues he has always been scared of them, but on Saturday he decides when he looks at this tick and flea infested, hot spots all over its little body, starved- to- death puppy, "Momma, I think we need to keep him." He is a mongrel and looks chow/shepard mix. Lord. Help. Me. So I started the process of getting rid of the ticks and fleas and teaching him how to eat, he evidently wasn't even weaned yet, and I must say he has taken to food. Jacob named him "Little Bear" but I imagine he isn't going to be little for very long and will just end up "Bear."
It is an adjustment to eat this way when I crave carbs so much, but I am learning and trying to do right. When I say crave carbs, I mean the processed ones, and that is what I am trying to stay away from as much as possible. (It is so hard!!)