I'm feeding Taste Of The Wild Lamb forumla for now. Rucker eats all the ToTW first and then eats his old food, so I know he likes it and that's good, but I need to know how he's doing. He hasn't pooped yet this morning, so when he does, I'll see then. Other than that, so far he's doing fine on it. Cali, on the other hand, just had soft stools and as it progressed further, it became even softer. Not yet diarreha, just soft. I haven't switched her to 50/50 yet. Last night I gave her a little more than 25% to get her ready to move on to 50/50, so maybe I'm moving too fast for her? Could it be too rich? I gave her the same amount today seeing if her stools would firm up. Her stools are better formed than when she didn't have ToTW, they're just a little soft. I heard about pumpkin and yogurt. Would that help her? Or should I just leave it out and see if they get firmer? Should I move it back down to 25% new/75% old? Vassar, I have no idea how he is doing because he's at my aunt's getting this thing removed from his face. Nobody will tell me anything. Nobody will check his stools and I'm sitting here, going crazy because I'm not there with him. I asked my aunt how he was doing on it and she replied, "He snarfed it right up." Then a few seconds later, she sends another text that says, "M is going to check his poop when he goes, but he hasn't gone yet. hahaha" I replied with, "Okay, tell her to text me when he does." A few seconds later, my other sister, K, texts me and asks, "Why do you need us to check Vassar's poop?" I explained everything to her and she still refuses to do it. I told her to go have M do it, texted back and said she wasn't going to do it either. My aunt works, so it's up to my sisters to give me all this information. And hopefully my aunt is the one feeding him... If I find out it was my sisters, ugh, I don't even know... They're going to be in trouble and then I'm going to be the only one in trouble because I yelled at them. :/ Here's the text messages we sent each other... K: "Why do you want us looking at Vassar's poop?" J: "To see if he's getting switched too fast..." K: "I hardly did at all and that is just plain nasty." -- I hardly did at all, gives me the assumption that she is messing with V's kibble. J: "You have to. I don't want him getting sick and what do you mean by, "I hardly did at all?"" -- She never replied, so I sent her a text that said, "Hello?" She never replied to my hardly did at all question. K: "Why did you switch the food over if you don't want him getting sick?" J: "You don't get it. If I switch too fast he could get diarreha. If I switch him at his pace, then he most likely won't. That's why I need you to check when he goes to the bathroom. Since I'm not there it's harder for me to know what's going on." K: "Well so I'm not doing it." J: "Why not? I need you to because I need to know if he's being switched too fast. Tell M to or something because I need to know." K: "Well you're the dog expert since you tell me I don't know anything about the dogs, so I'm not doing it, because you say you know everything about them so I'm not doing it and M isn't too. But you never gave a dumb schedule so yeah." I texted back this morning and said I gave it to my aunt. I cleared up her chat speak and that's it. She's the one that likes to cause these stupid little fights with me and I hate it. Just do what I say. And, I don't tell her I know everything about dogs, I tell her I know more about dogs than her, which the the flat out truth because she could careless if Vassar was doing good on the kibble or not. K: "You're sick for wanting me to that. Even you say I don't know anything so I'm not doing that nasty thing you want me to do." J: "Tell somebody else to then." K: "Nobody wants to do that nasty job of yours." J: "I'm not there to do so somebody else has to. It's important." So that's it. I don't know what to do. My step mom was talking to her sister(my aunt) about taking V to the vet to get that thing off of his face and take M and K with her. I jumped up from my seat and said, "No, I'm switching their food over." My step mom replies with, "He'll be fine as long as he gets that thing off." ugh. ugh. ugh. I didn't even want them taking him when I started to switch over. I wrote down every possible thing I could think of, gave my aunt the schedule, and trusted her. I didn't give it to my sisters for them to "try" and feed him. I gave it to my aunt because at the very least, she knows what she's doing. Now I'm afraid that I'm going to run out of old food and freaking out that I measured Vassar's food wrong. My parents will freak if they find out I have to get another bag of the old stuff. I know for a fact when I get my Toller that my family will have nothing to do with him/her... at all.