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NEW DOG FOOD RECIPE
I like to make my own dog food. I think it is healthier (for them) and more economical (for me).
PROTEIN-40%
Chicken thighs
Lean roast beef-little bit of leftovers
P-Nut Butter
VEGETABLES-30%
Carrots
Green beans
Fresh Spinach
Parsley-(helps Little-Bits tummy)
Mint-”
STARCH-30%
Yams-(no sugar or salt)
White rice-(had to add because it was so gooey)
TO MAKE-
Cook chicken in olive oil.
Cut into small pieces.
Cook vegetables in chicken stock. Drain.
Mix chicken and vegetables with yams and p-nut butter.
Cook rice with stock and saved vegetable water from fridge.
Mix everything together and cool in the fridge.
Put in snack sized Zip-Locks and freeze.
Made about a week’s worth. And the boneless, skinless chicken thighs were only $1.00 a pound. Yea!
GOALS-
My goal for next batch is to try the brown or wild rice again and see if it still affects Little-Bits tummy.
I also want to try tomato to see if we have any allergies. Since I cook with tomatoes so much, it would be easier and I think they are very healthy. There is a bit of debate about this for dogs, though, so I am not so sure.
I also want to see if I can find a better freezer process, although the snack sized bag is perfect for one dog for one day with a little fresh food mixed in. Also, and this is no small matter, the bags stack perfectly in the freezer drawer of my fridge.
CHAIR SALE
Hmmmmm…
This was the pair I went to see.
Don’t laugh! This was the most comfortable. Swiveled and rocked!
Better in the photo than in person. Did not look antique but good colors.
Guy chair. And a little Goth. ‘Nuff said.
This hide was very subtle and the piping gave it a crisp look. I think a pair of these would look great in a modern setting though I might paint the legs a glossy black.
The velvet pillow with Milagros was $190.00! Yikes!
Liked the look but uncomfortable and shop worn. (The dogs would have fun with the fringe.)
Himself was having none of it. He looked around in abject horror (That took about 30 seconds.), told me what he thought about their half-price sale and parked himself on a comfy couch. He was done. Frankly, I didn’t think he’d last that long!
Bebe and Little-Bit’s favorite chair and mine too! (Note the protective quilt covering.) I just had to get the puppies into this post. They have chair opinions, too! Little-Bit is actually a renown expert in this area.
HIDE AND SEEK
Bebe
Southern women do not appreciate “critters” in their gardens.
She really thinks that I cannot see her. (telephoto lens)
BRAVE BEBE
I always say that Cotons de Tulears are not great guard dogs but they make wonderful watchdogs. Bebe has proved me wrong.
This is especially amazing when you consider her history. Before she came to us she was not treated well and, unlike most Cotons, is not social. She is afraid of men. She is a one-woman dog.
I was going to my garage (unlocked and not attached to the house) through my back garden (locked gates). It was the middle of the day. The dogs were behind me but are not allowed in the garage as Little-Bit always feels compelled to baptize the floor. Usually they just sit outside the door and wait for me.
Not this day! Bebe climbed over Little-Bit and scratched my sandaled feet in her haste to attack a closed door that leads to a small room in the corner of the garage. She was jumping as high as the doorknob and literally throwing herself at the door. She went what I call “Coton Crazy” and not in a good way. She sounded like a garage full of junk yard dogs.
I thought there might be a rat in the little room and beat a hasty retreat. Bebe would not come away from the door and I had to drag her out of the garage. Even then, she stayed between me and the garage- walking backwards, barking and growling until we were safely back in the house.
I made a mental note to call the exterminator and paid scant attention to the little dog who stationed herself by the back door. She was pacing and hyper-vigilant.
An hour or so later, the animals and I went out to do our “business” (my business was deadheading my roses) and I noticed that things were awry on the deck. Someone had been in the back yard. I think that someone was also in my garage.
The policeman told me that I should have listened to my dog. I agree.
I thought about putting a sign in my back window that says, “BEWARE OF BOA CONSTRICTOR”. That would stop me if I were a burglar. But perhaps my sign should say, “BEWARE OF BEBE”.
My 15 pound, white, not-so-young fluffball is all heart. She is also my hero.
ADDENDUM- I will be locking all my doors all the time from now on. And I will listen to my dog.
THE GREAT ESCAPE
THEY BROKE OUT OF THEIR AREA AND INTO MINE!
LITTLE-BIT MADE HERSELF AT HOME
on my velvet bedspread!
AND THEN I HAD TO CATCH HER
My Cotons live in a large, tiled area that is the size of my first apartment. They are allowed to come with us to the rest of the house -except for my bedroom. I just wanted one area that was an island of serenity and cleanliness. Fur-free, so to speak.
The problem started when I decided to take a nap. God forbid.
They whined and cried at the doggy gate and then decided to body slam the double doors into the dining room. Since they had done that before, there were rubber bands wrapped around the handles. “No hill for a stepper.” as Himself says. BAM! The doors slammed into the walls. Patter, patter, patter of happy little feet headed my way.
I sat up drowsily to see to fuzzy, white, bouncing balls trying to leap up onto my high bed. I jumped up yelling, “Sit! Stay!” but not before grabbing my cell to take pictures because they are just so darn cute. B.B., for the first time in her life, sat and stayed. She tilted her head and looked at me as if to say, “This is gonna be good.”
Little-Bit scratched my bedspread, circled and made a little nest for herself. It seemed as if she was laughing at me as I chased her around the room and she kept going back to her nest like it was home base.
Finally, I was able to catch her with her head stuck under the bed and her butt stuck up in the air. Her tail was wagging away like a plume of white feathers. She thought that if she couldn’t see me then I couldn’t see her.
The funny thing is that she used to be able to wiggle under that bed. Not any more…
CANINE QUOTES
“No animal should ever jump up on the dining-room furniture unless absolutely certain that he can hold his own in the conversation.”
The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of
his tongue.”
-Anonymous
“Don’t accept your dog’s admiration as conclusive evidence that you are
wonderful.”
“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they
went.”
“There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.”
“A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves
himself.”
“The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.”
“If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have
known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.”
“A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times
before lying down.”
“I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult.”
“Dogs need to sniff the ground; it’s how they keep abreast of current
events. The ground is a giant dog newspaper, containing all kinds of
late-breaking dog news items, which, if they are especially urgent, are
often continued in the next yard.”
“Anybody who doesn’t know what soap tastes like never washed a dog.”
“If your dog is fat, you aren’t getting enough exercise.”
-Unknown
“Outside of a dog, a book is probably man’s best friend; inside of a dog,
it’s too dark to read.”
“Ever consider what they must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the most amazing haul — chicken, pork, half a cow. They
must think we’re the greatest hunters on earth!”
“Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and
get used to the idea.”
“To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.”
“God… sat down for a moment when the dog was finished in order to watch it… and to know that it was good, that nothing was lacking, that it could not have been made better.”
BeBe
PORCH SWING BLUES
Little-Bit, Bebe
I was sitting on the porch swing with the dogs, swinging gently to and fro, enjoying the garden and the beautiful day.
Little-Bit, who has been doing so well, got “car” sick as soon as I put her down.
That led to one of their other favorite activities- grazing the winter grass like two little fat, white sheep.
Which, of course, resulted in dirty faces.
