I am still so happy about the switch we made last year to the Oxbow pellets. Clovie, well, still not so happy. I compromise by mixing in a heaping tablespoon of his old favorite brand. One of these days I am going to run out and then what? Heaven forbid he should be deprived. I'll probably buy some more.
He gets so darned excited for his pellets! He'll run around my feet as I'm filling his bowl then stop to bite the toe of my left shoe twice as if to hurry me up. Amidst his crazy eights, I slide my feet over to the rug where I feed him so I don't step on him and set his bowl down.
He dives in and his little head circles the bowl until he finds a piece of the old brand. I don't know how he knows the difference. Discerning palate I guess. The same palate that leaves one little wilted piece of lettuce on the plate because it's a little too far gone.