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I’ve kind of alluded to this in an earlier post but I might as well come right out and admit it.  I’m poo obsessed, I have been ever since I switched Ted to a raw diet back in August last year.  And it’s not just me, if you put a few raw feeders in a room together the conversation will at some point turn to poo, I can guarantee it!  Even without this obsession dog owners are forced to stare poo in the face every day as they pick up after their dogs, well the responsible ones are anyway.

When I first started feeding raw I was a bit concerned when Ted’s poos went from what I thought were “normal” shaped dog poos to tiny, hard, pellet poos.  Not knowing who else to ask I asked on the yahoo groups raw meaty bones forum (http://pets.groups.yahoo.com/group/RawMeatyBones/), apologising for bringing up the subject much to the amusement of the members there who were all familiar with the hobby of poo watching.  They assured me this was normal but that if the poo became crumbly then it probably meant too much bone and I should more meat.  If it went the other way I should add more bone, easy eh?

Not only are the poos smaller (which has gotta be a bonus whatever sized dog you have) they are also typically less smelly.  Often people switching to raw comment on this and also a reduction in gas, now that has GOT to be a bonus (I will caveat that with some dogs get room clearing wind for certain meats, these become meats that are fed when it’s warm enough to open the windows!).

I was also advised that I should introduce organ meat (an important part of the raw diet), especially liver, very small pieces at a time (fingernail sized pieces) or I may find myself dealing with what is commonly referred to as explosive rear end.  Being a good student I followed their advice and managed to avoid such disaster!

My poo observations have even include a poo that I noticed on a walk along Birmingham canal a few months ago.  The offending item stuck in my mind because it was very large and a strange shape and I found myself wondering what on earth the poor dog that produced it had been eating.  It was there the following week, it had decayed a little but it was the same poo in the same place.  Week 3 revealed what the dog had eaten … a sock!  I’ve seen another poo sock recently, I recognised it as being somewhere between it’s week two and week three state.  And I once had a conversation with a guy who said his dog had eaten a terry toweling sock and when it made it’s inevitable return to daylight all that was left was the airtex type lining!

OK, so this is all a bit lighthearted but you can tell a lot about health from poo, Gillian McKeith makes a career out of it!  On that note I’ll stop talking about poo (for now).  I was struggling to select a photo that was relevant so I thought I’d just add a nice one of Ted from when I first started feeding him raw and hence when my poo obsession started …