It’s A Dog’s Life… And They Called It ‘Puppy Love’
Posted by Warm Southern Breeze on Saturday, July 4, 2015
a few days ago, as a treat,
I bought pig ears at a Kroger grocery store for Queenie, my 11 month old mixed-breed (sometimes aka “Heinz 57” – as in 57 different varieties) puppy.
Last night I pressure cooked ‘em w some beans I didn’t want & coarsely diced the meat after it cooked, then mixed it & some au jus (aka “pot likker”) with her 2-type blended dog food. She ate her fill, then we retired… very early this AM (or late, take your pick).
At this morning’s routine (more like midday) she pooped quite well – twice, in fact. (And yes, I give a cursory examination to the stool to check for any untoward sign.)
Just moments ago, I stirred up the somewhat congealed conglomeration of the food remaining in the bowl to facilitate her consumption of the same. And while I’m preparing my espresso, out of the corner of my eye, what do you think I see the little bitch doing, but digging through the now-softened kibble to eat the coarsely-chopped pig ear parts.
I’m much too easy on her.
I should tell her about her starving wolf relatives in the Rockies, or hungry homeless coyotes locally.
That’d make her appreciate living in a padded cage with air-conditioned climes… and ICE WATER!
I gave her ice last night, and she…
You get the point.