In highschool I had a line i’d say when the subject of Buddy’s pampered lifestyle was raised, that my mom would “make bacon eggs and toast for the dog and tell me to make cereal”. Now, life imitates art as the woman has gone crackburgers McCrazy in the gourmet feeding of this mutt in his twilight years months.
I investigated a pot of meat and vegitables on the stove that smelled decent and was confused at its note-QUITE-fit for human consumption quality. the chicken was hastily shredded, the potatoes their skins on still the — oh my god… this is fkking DOG food…
Yes, my mother actually made a multi-ingredient chicken stew..for the dog. while her son starves. great. Buddy is also less thrilled about food lately so he doesn’t run to the bowl anymore, but instead of not caring like everyone should, my mom and my sister think thats a big deal and keep trying to shove food in his face.
In the bowl that he doesn’t give a shit about: hamburger, squash and asparagus…. ya…
I keep telling them to not worry about it and that he’ll eat when he wants it. He’s not gonna starve to death and you two are gonna lament through your tears “oh, if ONLY we pushed his food bowl closer to his face and tapped our foot near it to bring attention to it when he was alive, this would have never happened!”. no. dogs are scavengers. they’ll consume nourishment when they need it. but try telling that to the female instinct to nurture… nothin doin. they even go as far as to hand feed the mouhfkker if they think its been too many hours since he’s had their food.
this here would be steak…actual STEAK chunks, being prepared…for a dog…
In the mean time, I actually had cereal.. while the dog barely touched his steak and vegetables… this is life
