Kibbles 'N Bits
Sitting up at a camp this weekend, watching the shooting stars with a few friends, their pre-teen kids and an assortment of dogs. Sheena is not a dog person, but has no problem hanging out with other people's canine companions, and gets a kick out of playing catch with obsessive compulsive border collies and petting pugs until they purr.
But why the hell in our generation have we decided that dogs don't eat meat? When one of the visiting non-dog owner adults saved a bit of fatty bit off the steak to give one of the dogs, the owner looked shocked and exclaimed "Oh no, don't give him that, he'll throw up!".
Dogs eat shoes. Dogs eat garbage. Dogs eat other dogs' poop. So why suddenly in the last 10 years have we decided that dogs can't digest steak scraps? Have we fucked up our species to the point where we've run out of ideas and now we have to screw with the millenia-old eating patterns of our most trusted animal companion? Sheena understands the need for dining etiquette and not encouraging table-side begging, but come on now. Are we intentionally breeding any sense of independence out of animals to fill some gaping emotional void in ourselves?
I mean, in those rock paintings that the cavemen did, you never saw dogs chasing after brown rice and ground millet.
posted by Sheena @ 8:57 PM
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I always enjoy dining @ my aunts house. 2 obsessive beggers. I feel free to drop morsels of fat & other items from my plate to see the glee & the rush under my chair to inhale the table scraps.
Dogs aren't vegans. People are stupid to think because they can survive without animal products their dogs can. Dog's are dogs. Give them their meat!
Table scraps actually improve their coats. Better to give it to them in their own bowls however, to discourage begging at the table. (Bad enough when they ram their noses in everyone's crotch upon arrival....)
Give it up with the meatless wonderment. Here is how the day after turned out for the canine pack: one said animal felt the need to puke and poop up quite an assortment of *&**t. (oh yes, I was the sucker to do the cleaning), and the little tank (pug of course) decided to jump into the water to save the obsessive, compulsive border collie who fell off the dock. Can you imagine how quickly the little tank would have sank if we had let him eat that fatty meat!
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