**New Doggie Dinner Meat Tryout**

Well, I tried venison with my dogs dinner tonight. It really was quite amusing.

Sookie, of course, scarfed hers up without a pause. The others, not so much.

Rowe-Quinn picked it up, tossed it around in his mouth, then dropped it. He did this a number of times before walking away from it. Sookie ate it up.

Now I'm talking about just a sliver of venison steak. No big chunks just a tidbit.

Sugar wanted it, but she just wanted to lick it. If the others came near her she'd pick it up and go to another spot. In fact, I think, she tried to bury it in her sheet that I put down. Silly girl. Sookie ate it up.

Rascal, wasn't sure he liked the smell, but when I held it for him he quickly let it slide down.

Alissa tried to chomp it some, but pushed it out of her mouth when the taste was too much for her. Sookie ate it up.

This is such a trip ~ perhaps they could tell it was old, freezer burned venison.

I Broke Down

Well, I did it. I broke down and put two boxes with warm cloths inside in case any of the feral cats around my neighborhood need a place to get out of the weather in the coming nights.

I just can't handle the thought of not doing this. That just a little gesture such as this will help make some poor creature just a little safer, warmer. They hang around the carport anyway, why not show them this favor.

Uncharacteristically I turned a neighbor lady away from my door tonight. She's been catching me off guard lately and asking for cigarettes & money. Although I haven't given her any money, well, because I don't have any to spare, I have given her some smokes.

Tonight she brought over a partial bag of bird seed (I love feeding the wild birds) as a token, I guess. I told her no to the cigarettes, I didn't want the bird seed and to go away. Yea, just like that.

Just needed to confess.

Another Level of My Life

I would like to mention that I do have two sons. Both grown. My oldest is 31 years old, married, and has one child. Justin lives in Minnesota where he was born and lived until he was 10 years old when our family moved to Texas.

Trinity is 26 and lives here in Austin, Texas. He is single & working. He has in own place nearby and a wonderful dog named Cheezmoe (I've posted about little Cheezmoe in this blog). Trinity has a troubled past, accident prone, trouble with the law but happily (for me at least) there are no children.

This past Sunday he was struck in the eye/nose by an acquaintance of his. A trip to the emergency room of a local hospital was warranted only after he blew his nose and air went into his sinuses & eye socket. Uggh.

Trinity happens to work where I work and has no car. We carpool. So we both had to leave work at around 1:30 pm. I worry because this has happened before. It goes like this; he has a job, he gets hurt one way or another, then loses his job due to missed time. It worries me because he has just recently found the apartment he's living in and can not afford to NOT have a job. If he doesn't have a job, he can't have his own place, he would somehow have to live with my four-legged family, my boyfriend, and I.

He was perscribed antibiotics & some pain medication but should be able to return to his job tomorrow.

I am angry at the person that was once called a friend by my son Trinity. This is the 2nd time he's lashed out at my son for no (alcohol) reason.

I have stayed calm and am doing my level best to not let this anger get the best of me. What's over & done is just that, done. I can't change what happened any more than I can predict the future in regard to this acquaintence. I can only trust that karma will get this person for his wrong doings. That's it and that's that.

DNT TXT N DRV

Nothing is that important that it can't wait until you get to your destination or pull over and part. It's stupid and it will get you killed.

Smile

If you've got a dog in your life...joys abound!

This is one of my father's dogs, Roscoe.

A Small Change In The Way It's Been Working

Not at all about dogs, my son is starting this new temporary job at the same place I work. I'm hoping things will go smoothly as he will be carpooling with me.

There was a time when this would cause me grave anxiety as he hasn't always been the 'best' son.

I will be coming home for lunch as usual and adding a stop to take his little pittie girl, Cheezmoe out for a quick walk.

He assures me he'll be ready to go when I come to pick him up. I trust him.

Upchuck

I usually make a mad dash from work at lunch to let Alissa & Rascal out of the bedroom for a potty break and to just say "hello" to the pack. On Thursday, nothing really unusual about the lunch break.

I walk in the house, I'm greeted by 3 of the 5 dogs. I make my way to the bedroom door, making sure Rowe-Quinn is sitting calmly as to not snarl at Rascal. I ask everyone if they would like a treat ~ well of course it's chicken feet, they crunch so yummygood.


Sookie inhales hers with barely a 'crrrrrunch, crrunch'. Everyone settles in while I check my email. I hear this deep, oh how should I describe; like a soft beat of a drum. No, wait that noise a particular grouse or partridge makes called ~ ah ~ drumming!!!
Sookie's on the loveseat ~ oh gawd, it's so gross, I can make out what she had for breakfast. Remember I mentioned that my dogs are fed raw meat, meaty bones, & organ meat? Ah, yea ~ right on the top, CHICKEN FEET!!! Sookie quickly snags one of the feet and starts to "re-eat" the damn thing!


Outside ~ if you're going to re-ingest your food ~ oh the smell ~ OUTSIDE! Luckily there was a protective sheet on the loveseat so I flung the pile out the back door.