Homemade Dog Food

We are 344 days into homemade dog food--rapidly approaching our one year anniversary.  Dexter was recently at the vet.  The vet asked what I fed him.  I mentioned that I fed him a homemade diet.  Without any retribution, she suggested that I ensure that I go to vet approved resources such as Cornell.  I thanked her and indicated that I had done my homework, to include UC Davis's Dr. Strombeck's work.  She said, "Good.  So many of owners don't bother to do any research."

I put in quite a few hours doing the research, and Dexter's body condition was given "Excellent".  He is perfect weight; his coat is shiny and soft; and his poop does not stink. (One of the many great benefits of a homemade diet!).  That he had to be manhandled to get vetted was very disappointing.  I've never had any dog

It seems so easy now, but I remember my trepidation that I would do something that would forever harm the health of my animals.  Oh, I still have to buy dry food, as with a recent trip where another hand to care for my 4 dogs.  So, they got dry food which I integrated into their regimen over the course of a few days.  It helped my daughter feed them easily.  They ate it (though Dexter was not crazy about it); and none were were for wear.

There is no question that there is real work involved over and above opening a bag and scooping it out.  It would be far simpler if I did not have 4 dogs which is an all time high for us.  But I have 3 seniors, so the crowd will naturally thin.  I have no desire to have such a large pack in the future.  It is simply just too much.  But we are giving a loving home; they give us love and companionship in turn.

So as they age; they have excellent nutrition which will help greatly. Skin, coat, teeth and eyes are all great.  And once I commit to making a batch of food, it lasts a about 6 weeks, which includes my getting about 30lbs of the mechanically separated turkey in 10lb chubs.

I'm down to my last couple of meals, and I need to make some more.  It is not something that I relish. But they love to lick the bowls! 

195 Things I could care less about

I'm not quite sure what the appeal is to these ubiquitous 'teasers' that show up everywhere (like the belly fat tips and acai berry magical fruit).   I'm unsure how there could possibly be 50 things interesting about Taylor Swift or 45 Things that I didn't know about Sofia Vergara or 50 stunning photos of Santorini or 50 facts about Steve Jobs and Apple that I would be remotely interested in.


And I'm quite sure that nything past 5 on any of these is probably bordering on ludicrous

Dog Sitting

I am dog sitting for my sister and her husband.  I last did this for a joyful occasion: their travel to MA to attend the marriage of their nephew.  This time, it is for a sad occasion:  the burial of my BIL's sister (mother to nephew).  She will be buried on her 60th birthday.

She was a breast cancer survivor for more than 10 years.  What came back was virulent, ugly an inescapable.  She handled it with grace and courage. 

With recent eye surgery, my sister was unable to fly.  Rather, they had to drive 12 hours.  Their home is just over 3 hours from mine.  They left early this a.m.  I committed to arriving by 2 p.m. My sister was a little concerned about how the dogs might react to me coming into their home without their being there. 

The girls remembered their auntie Leisa.  And I had but to say "Who wants a cheeeeeeeese treat?" in a high pitched voice for them to instantly remember who I was:  the lady with alacrity in feeding them treats.

They are almost 2 years older now from my last visit.  And that was my last visit.  My sister comes our way once a month; so we get to visit; I just don't get to Bedford. 

Savannah is the oldest.  Gray flecking spreading further on her face than before and across her body.  She still has lots of vigor; she reminds me of Ella.  But she will not be here two years hence in all probability.  Ruby, a pitty/rottie girl is fat as a butterball. She made her low happy growl-purr.  Shelley barked at me and hung back for just 30 short minutes.  All she needed was some prompting that I was the treat dispenser. "Oh, I remember who you are now!"

It's lovely up here.  I was in the living room when a doe and her two spotted fawn came through the front yard.  Deer are like the ballerinas of the fauna world...their movement languid, graceful and staccato at times of danger.

I now have three shadows.

I stopped in Lynchburg on my way in.  I stopped at the Givens Bookstore.  I walked out with an armful of used books.  My plan was to go to the bookstore and then see if there was a Thai restaurant around.  As it turns out, I came across the Blue Orchid on my way to the bookstore.  Providential!!! I had a lovely red curry and was fortified for my book buying jaunt.

I will be here several days.  I managed to leave my home without my camera.  My life has been too filled with work.  I will not even get a respite now as I have some deliverables to take care of.  I've been saying "thirty more days" for several months now.

I'm clicking my red heels together.  "Thirty more days."