Rodney is fat and exuberant. A little too f&e. We have finally admitted that we need to cut his feed. His joie-de-vivre is not the toxins-boiling-out-the-ears that he had when he was first here [Square One]. This is more the natural result of green grass and a digestive supplement [Tiger Whistle]. He gets more calories and absorbs them better.
We’ve been resisting this change because he was getting so little food. You know the sploosh sound that grain makes when dumped into a feed bucket? Rodney’s meals just go sploo. And that was before the current rationing. Now, my over-sized Thoroughbred gets less feed than a founder-prone pony. It’s a good thing he likes his yeast. It is now 20% of his dinner. He doesn’t get that much yeast; he gets that little dinner.
Easy-keeper stories, go.