Wandering Allen and Connie’s yard, looking for tasty bits.
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Raw chicken feet . . .
. . . a yummy dog treat!
Faye and I are pondering switching the dogs to a raw diet. She went to the market yesterday, saw the chicken feet in the butcher case, and decided they would make just such a treat for the dogs.
Raw bones are OK for dogs as opposed to cooked ones, and feet/toe bones are very unlikely to damage stomachs or intestines. All are fine tonight.
Kendal inhaled two, possibly sensing they were food as they passed through his mouth. Stella worked on hers for a while before finishing. Achilles, interestingly, took the most time to savour his, possibly because he has bad teeth and the foot may have been uncomfortable to chew and crunch up. Here are some photos. You have been warned. 🙂
The cattle dogs. Kendal had already made his disappear.
Faye used the rest of the feet to make a stock, which is nearly solid and will probably need to be diluted.
Photo of us
Our friend Reg (more Faye’s friend than mine, their friendship began some time before I came along) observed that there were no photos of Faye. After some discussion we realised that was simply an oversight. Here is one of the first photos taken of us.
I will tell the story of our first week in more detail in another post but I had decided to show Faye my version of Austin TX. Part of that showing included a visit to Mt. Bonnell, a scenic overlook, with my dog Moonpie. A stranger volunteered without being asked to take a photo of us so here we are.
I *think* we were beginning to realize that we got along, had shared interests. Do not think that we had any clue where our meeting was going to lead.
Bo the dog
Taken with my PlayBook.
During apple pressing on Sunday, Allan and Connie’s dog Bo wandered in and out of the scene. Bo is a CoLabSki (can you parse out the breeds?) and a friendly, open boy. He likes meeting people and other dogs. A while ago Faye and I stated there with our crew and everyone got along fairly well. Bo found a loose apple and happily munched his way through it.
Night fall
Apple press
On the go much of this Fall Your Clock Back day. Off to the Auburn Pancake Breakfast which Margaret, my mother-in-law likes to do, visiting with Raymond and Gwen along with making the acquaintance of their new dog Levi, Allan and Connie who put apples through a grinder/chopper (?), putting the resultant product through a press, and making juice (which was delicious!). The photo shows the results of chopping apples which will then go to the press. Home just after sunset to find three dogs more than ready to go outside to pee, then come back in and investigate the dog smells on our pant legs.
Kendal
Taken with my Windows phone.
Kendal at rest on his bed, padded with a blankie, with his Spidey squeaky toy (no squeakies, thank you very much Achilles 
) as a cover.
Stella’s world
Taken with my Windows phone. That tan speck above the centre is Stella. I took her to the spray field behind the high school and unclipped the leash so she could be a dog. So often, too often, dogs have to conform to human needs and expectations, being on leash, not sniffing crotches or humping legs, having to live in a human world, not being a dog. She got some time to be a dog for a while, running after her nose, ears, and eyes so to speak.
Kendal, I don’t think that was a dog
We returned from our walk a few minutes ago. I stopped briefly to chat with the neighbour at the corner about the windy start to the day. As Kendal and I turned onto our street something scuttled across the street about 30 feet in front of us. It was black . . . with a white stripe down its back.
I stopped to allow Mr. (or Ms.) Skunk unimpeded crossing rights. Kendal had other ideas but seeing that we were downwind it seems prudent to stand where we were. The skunk is probably somewhere in our next door neighbours’ yard.
I think all three dogs will stay inside for a while, until it’s much more light outside.
Why I write what I do
Some of you, my good readers, know that I have opinions (some of which are pretty strong) in the realm of politics and current affairs and may wonder why I don’t post them let alone discuss them here. The world and the internet is full of strife and strident opinions, while people can easily find them it’s less easy to find calm and contemplation.
Yes, I do have opinions.
The Duffy/Wallin/Brazeau affair is yet more evidence (to add to the muzzling of back-bench MPs, the long-form census, the CF-35 procurement process, proroguing, the long gun registry, the omnibus budgets, campaigning for a UN Security Council seat, and more) that much of what the PM and the PMO does is lightly coated with slime. I eagerly look forward to my first opportunity to vote.
The McGuinty administration badly botched gas plants, wind power, eHealth, and has probably thrown away the once comfortable Liberal Queen’s Park majority, now only a plurality, to te NDP or perhaps the Tories (if they activate the ejection seat under Tim Hudak).
Rob Ford is a buffoon.
I did not get as a US citizen, and do not now get, American gun culture.
But I prefer to not talk about these things here. When I started this blog I mentioned talking about politics among many other things. My intent has evolved since then, and now this is a place of quiet, relative peace, occasionally contemplation, gratitude and thanks for all of the blessings in my life. My wife, our dogs, our humble home and garden, and life. I will continue sharing my thoughts on and experiences with all of these blessings while occasionally (verging on rarely) mentioning politics.
My blog is now and will continue to be an oasis. I hope you will continue visiting.
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