Never thought I would see this day. Really. Today for the first time in my whole life, I am grateful [you hear that? not just glad, but grateful...] the 2 leggeds do not feed me from the table. Usually I get this whole speech from momma about why she does not share... blah blah blah... justifications... blah blah always ending with "and I am scared to death of auntie Robin's wrath." I need to get me some of that wrath, it seems to be handy with momma. Why, you ask? Because momma is on this "healthy" kick and that means she made salad for dinner. A fancy salad, but just the same... a salad. Ick. All green and leafy and carroty etc. etc. She says she made it for the daddy. You really think she still loves him? I can't help wonder why, if she loves that man, really loves him, why does she treat him like a rabbit? Poor daddykins. I am almost tempted to share my grilled chicken and pasta with him. JD says he will share his lamb chop. Daddy, if you are reading this, next time after "healthy dinner", leave momma home, take us for a ride... JD says he will kick some change in toward a burger. :) We could all share it.
sign me carnivore and happy
'vie
oooooh I just read Vegeterian Kids from Bermudabluez... this "health kick" is contagious!
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Whenever we have salad, I look down at Chloe girl and say, "Dogs don't eat this!"
Good for your 2legged peps for saying NO to giving you table scraps.
Sometimes I think my Bichon eats better than I do - her dog food has got really good stuff in it (Omega 3's no dyes, no preservatives, etc.). She eats Precise Adult foundation formula dog food.
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Ohhh you must fear aunt Robin wrath too! We are on a a home cooked diet. My brother JD has deadly intolerances and momma cooks for us. We get omega tabs and spirulina and multi vitamins. Lamb, chicken, pasta, veggies, yogurt, and apples. -- mhhh I am hungry now.
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