Pumpkin on my elbow makes me happy

How to Make Puppy Poop Taste Bad

Ruthie (left) and Remo after 16 days in foster, 3 to 4 meals per day.

Wait – doesn’t puppy poop already taste terrible? You’d think so. But here’s an alternate take:

Let’s say that you’re a puppy and your only source of food, for your first twelve weeks, is your mom’s milk. Now, realize that your 5 siblings are in the same situation. And your mom is underweight, and underfed. You’d probably be very interested in eating anything you can find. If all there is, is poop, then poop is what you eat. With gusto.

This is the setting that Remo and Ruthie were born into. Hungry, covered in fleas, living outdoors in somebody’s yard for a minute, til their first humans at least had the decency to surrender them to their local animal shelter in an upstate New York town.

A normal healthy puppy gets milk from their normal healthy mom for the first 6 to 8 weeks of life. Then they get solid food, meant for puppies, with extra protein, fat and calories to help them grow. But that’s not how it went down for Remo and Ruthie.

So having formed the habit of competing for any poop pile they can find, they were not going to give that habit up easily.

“Well, once they’ve eaten a real meal, and they’re full, surely…” I thought.

“Once they realize that they are getting regular meals, three or four times a day, they wouldn’t… would they?”

Waiting for them to see the light, stuffing their guts with great food did nothing to change their behavior. I was picking up their poop as soon as I sensed it had hit the floor. I started to rack my brain about how to get the poop-eating to stop. Had I read something somewhere about adding hot pepper to the poop, and let them eat it? Wait – was that for some other animal? Is hot pepper toxic for puppies? Augh!

I turned to our foster group leader. “I’m having this problem…” I said to her as I was picking up the de-worming medicine from her. I explained that the puppies aggressively compete to own each poop, no matter who deals it.

“That’s because they’re still used to being starving,” she said. “Try putting some pumpkin puree in their food. Just plain, from a can. Either that, or try some pineapple. Just a small spoonful, mix it in. It tastes good going in, but it makes their poop taste terrible when it comes out. That should do the trick.”

That night, I put some pumpkin in their dinner. It was a BIG hit. At one point, Remo was hogging all the food, and growling at Ruthie for trying to get her share. He was eating maniacally. I picked him up to force him to take a break. There he was with bright orange pumpkin smudges all over his chin. He looked up at me, blinking, and let out a big burp. “NOW you feel better,” I told him. He squirmed as I put him back down, and ended up smearing what was left of his pumpkin-chin on my shirt sleeve. A nice long mushy stripe up to my elbow. I sighed. ‘This kid’s going to go far,’ I thought. ‘With that kind of charm…’

Late the following day, I noticed that they weren’t devouring the poop; just tasting it, then leaving it. I still tried to be quick at picking it up off the floor. Because, yuck. By the time we got through 2 full cans of pumpkin (several days of meals), only Ruthie was still trying to eat poop. And less enthusiastically, at that.

When I ran out of pumpkin, we switched to crushed pineapple. I had never known that pineapple was ok for dogs to eat. I would have thought it too acidic, like citrus. They hate citrus. The first trial with pineapple went slowly. It was mixed into their food, and it took them almost twice as long as usual to eat it. ‘Well forget that, ‘ I thought. ‘I need them to eat.’ I thought pineapple was a fail. But then I decided to try again, and just give it to them straight, as dessert. That worked! They gobbled it up. And boy, the next day’s poop was noticeably stinkier. And they didn’t eat it. Not any of it. Ta-daa!

Parasites suck

Problematic parasites appear in puppy poop.

Disclaimer: I am not a forensic expert, diagnostician, veterinarian, or professional dog trainer. I am a relative rookie with dogs, learning as I go. Fostering puppies is an eye-opening experience. There have been lots of times I have thought, “Jeez, I wish I’d known THAT before.” Sometimes all I learn is whatever I can Google-search while the little varmints are napping. Those naps are just not long enough.

Second disclaimer: if you don’t like looking at worms or poop, don’t look at the photo that’s at the end of this entry.

Here is what I have learned this week about cute little puppy bellies. There is the wholesome round variety, which, in addition to being adorable, is healthy. Just like human babies, as puppies roll and romp, they develop the abdominal muscles that eventually pull their rib cages down and inward, so the ribs no longer flare out, and their torsos become streamlined.

Then there is the distended puppy belly, which is not healthy. News to me: the distended variety is likely a sign of a parasitic worm infestation. In the case of Remo, my latest male foster pup, the distended belly was his only sign. Then, I noticed all the wiggly worms scattered in his poop. OK, that’s a pretty strong sign.

I wasn’t looking for the worms, because I thought the distention was just a side effect of his newborn malnutrition. I didn’t even know, at first, which of the two siblings was pooping out worms. With two 13-week-old puppies in one room, there’s a lot going on.

Remo (top) and Ruthie on 3/21/21. His belly is distended. He is growing, though.

Like all puppies who come through the dog rescue group I volunteer with, this duo received de-worming treatment as soon as they were taken in from their original unsafe environment. At that time, they tested negative for worms. On their 8th day in my home, I noticed small, off-white wriggly things in a poop pile I picked up from a pee pad. And these wriggly things were lively. Not at all acting as if they’d been poisoned; more like they were trying to escape the pile. “Sshit,” was my reaction. I reported the problem to the dog rescue group. The rest of the litter probably had worms, too, if these guys did.

I double-bagged the offending stool sample, in case a vet run was needed. Veterinarians are the ones who can examine a fecal sample, figure out what the offending organism is, and make a treatment plan. With one sample, a plan can be made for all six puppies, and possibly the mom, if needed.

For the next few days, I saw no worms, no problems. ‘Are they messing with me?’ crossed my mind. Then last night, and this morning — four days after the first sighting — a whole bunch of the little parasites appeared in Remo’s deposit. This group was not as lively as the first. Many of them were clearly dead. But still — ewww.

My educated guess is that these are tapeworm segments. The worm type does matter, in determining which medicine is needed to kill the worms and get them to not come back. But as far as the pups are concerned, there are no good worms. They are all parasites.

Remo (bottom in this pic) and Ruthie,March 27, 2021. Remo is catching up to Ruthie in growth, but his belly is still distended.

They all have to go. Otherwise, the little guy is chronically deprived of nutrients. And he can get sick. And — here is a part that is brand new to me — I can get sick, too, if I accidentally ingest any segment or egg. Eventual consequences of contaminating myself can include blindness. I learned that today! So my choices are easy, but the results are time-consuming. I must:

  • Pick up every puppy poop ASAP, so they don’t eat it, or walk in it, then lick their toes;
  • Examine said poop, for signs of worms;
  • Wash my hands well, every time I go near the poop;
  • Go get the vermicidal medicine recommended; administer to both pups as directed;
  • Keep the puppies confined to their room so nothing spreads to anyone else.

I’m waiting now for a message telling me when and where to pick up medicine for these two problem tenants of mine. This mini pack of double trouble are as much a part of my education today, as I am of theirs. I hope to defeat the parasites. We’ll all feel better.

IF SQUEAMISH DO NOT EXAMINE PHOTO BELOW.

The offending parasites. Very active; these bastards are trying to flee! Possibly tape worm segments.
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Puppies are Jerks

AND OTHER TRUTHS

My two new foster pups are brother and sister: Remo and Ruthie. “Remo” is not a typo of Romeo; it’s a brand of drum equipment, and I know all you drummers out there knew what I meant. Aptly, Remo has a perfectly round, white belly that gets visibly bigger the SECOND he starts eating a meal. I haven’t verified that the acoustics of his belly change as he fills up. But let’s assume they do.

Ruthie is named for Ruth Bader Ginsberg. Like the Notorious RBG, Ruthie is petite, and in charge. She was the first one of the two to demonstrate that yes, we do know how to bark; we were just working our way up to it. Now she barks every time she sees injustice – like when Remo is hogging her favorite bowl.

Remo. With hoarded toy behind him.

Considering they had no manners at all when they arrived only a week ago, Ruthie and Remo are doing very well in the civilization department. But they are still terrible. They are my 7th and 8th foster pups, but I have set an all-time record for loads of laundry run on their behalf – they surpassed the competition by day 3.

They have gone from pooping up the crate 5 out of 5 times, to pooping it up rarely. At first they slept 3 hours at a time overnight; now they can go 6. Flat newspapers on the floor have transformed from “Hey! check out the aerodynamics on THIS toy!” to “This is where we poop and pee.” At least, more than half the time….

Ruthie. Fending off…a…nap.

These two varmints are from a litter of six very undernourished puppies, being raised by a dangerously underweight mom who just had nothing left to give them. The humans in charge of them did not think to give them any food. Well, that may be inaccurate; hard to know if they thought, or not. All I know is these two, and their 4 littermates, had all ribs showing, thin fur, scratches, fleas, distended bellies, and desperate appetites. And my job is to help them forget all that. Here goes.