Feed Your Dogs Chicken Bones!!!

Okay, I figured that headline would get as much attention as saying SEX!!!! SEX!!! SEX!!!

I stumbled on a way to feed dogs bones and I am only concerned with the wonderful minerals and nutrients in the bones getting into my dogs.

I threw a chicken carcass into the crock pot, I figured I’d make a nice rich broth for the mutts. That evening I ladled hot broth on their kibble and thought, “eh, why not?” So, I added more water and let it continue slow cooking. Next day repeated the whole broth to dogs and add more water but on the third day, magic!

The bones had turned into a soft substance, like an aspirin in water, they dissolved in my hands! So, I offered Tala a big leg bone that melted in her mouth. She wagged her tail and spun in a circle. This is a sign of high praise from Miss Piggy.

So, now when I am finished with a chicken I slow cook it until the bones turn into a crumble dissolvable substance. It makes sense, this is what happens to fish bones when canned -I was raised to eat canned salmon bones by an aunt who was only 4’11” at 5’2″ she claimed we could not shrink an inch when we aged so we ate our salmon bones, smooshed into salmon pie.

I have a pressure cooker, so later in the winter I may try pressure cooking the bones, because the pervasive aroma of chicken soup is tiring to wake to in the morning!

Why I can not have goats, chicken, sheep or cats….

IMG_0583These four beasties are also why Opossums, snakes, skunks, raccoons, rabbits, mice, chipmunks, squirrels and various birds are in no danger of over-populating my property! For some suicidal reason, all of these wild creatures enter the dogs enclosure (Gitmo), they’ll slither in or tunnel in (rabbits) and discover rather quickly why it was a very bad idea.

The dogs have a 6th sense alerting them to any incursions into Gitmo. Quinn and Mukki will waken from a dead sleep and rush through the doggy door into the yard at full speed (which is over 20 mph) and they usually chase away the invader or eat it. Then regardless of the outcome, Quinn will return to bark in my face to brag or complain. It is a rather unnerving event at 2:30 am.

The dogs have a 40 foot ‘runway’ attached to the back doggie-door, which opens into a 100 x 75 foot dog yard… you would think this would be enough land for everyone to thrive but no, no it’s not! The local wildlife seem to think it is an extreme sport to invade Gitmo and the Siberians seem to think they are in prison and are always attempting to dig out! Mukki is the escape artist. Quinn has a special, in my face, dancing and twirling barking alert, when Mukki has slid out. Depending on whether we find him at the front door begging to come in so he can brag about his latest kill or he is still busy eating the unlucky raccoon or opossum, the result is the same: two very tired humans the next morning because before we can go back to sleep, a boulder must be dropped into the hole! Not very fun in the middle of the night!

IMG_1747The one thing some people do not seem to understand and it’s understandable, since the Animal Channel shows on predators never seems to include the dog sleeping on your bed with one ear open! This effort was accomplished in under an hour and resulted in one small rodent. Notice the quick work made of the roots! Siberian Huskies are not territorial, they are obsessed with prey –Prey Driven. They see a rabbit when you are walking them, they will do their best to rip your arm off! Surviving in a frozen tundra, the random rabbit or mouse is survival. Everything in their cute little heads shut down when their is food walking around the backyard! When I walk Tala along the road, she will lunge, grab and swallow the hapless mouse hiding in the dead leaves in a matter of milliseconds. At certain times of the year, she can eat three or four ‘snacks’ on a short walk. She can also clear a lawn of moles within a few days, but the lawn looks like it’s been bombed.

FIVE! FIVE? FIVE! How Can It Be True?

Quinn eating his own foot

Quinn eating his own foot

My Calendar must be wrong but I know it isn’t… Quinn is five years old today! My little Splat! It seems like yesterday the little hell spawn was, well spawned!
Hard to believe five years have gone by since the little monster landed on DH’s foot with a big splat! He’s made such an impact on our lives in five years and his poor Mother! Bless her heart, she walks around with an “I’m sorry, my son is so bad.” expression on her face. She agrees he is out of control!

so not fair!

Digging to China via the Sealy Posturpedic!

Five years, 25 pillows, 2 sofas, 2 mattresses, squirrels, possums, birds, and many more wildlife victims we will never know about! Not to mention lacerating his poor dear Richard’s kidney by jumping on his back in bed one morning. DH still refuses to discuss the pain, misery and humiliating invasive medical procedures!

He’s has definitely calmed down but we all, not one of us, trusts him! Yesterday, he grabbed one of DH’s dirty socks from the laundry and slept in the back yard with it… small price to pay, if he’ll leave the new mattress alone!

I have to admit, he thinks he’s My Big Boy and gives me lots of kisses and tail wags every morning. And if I try to sleep in, he barks in my face! He has been told sibes don’t bark, they howl but he is his own man.

Happy Birthday My Little Shit!

quinn in glasses

Quinn in glasses

We have a FaceBook Page and we don’t care!

As Siberian Huskies held against our will, we honestly don’t care what the human lady wants or does… as long as we get fed and have hugs she can do whatever she wants (like we could stop her). So, yeah, she made us a Page on FaceBook, like there is even a keyboard made for our lovely paws… hint hint…

So Like Us, don’t Like Us -we don’t care Us on FaceBook

Frigging iPads, or the tale of Quinn’s Woeful Saturday

What a lovely day Quinn thought Saturday morning, good day to take a run! Oh! Daddy is rising from the dead, whoop whoop! Wait! Where is Daddy going with the food lady?

Friggin iPads. Okay here’s the deal with iPads and iPods and iPhones IMHO: You do not need the expensive memory! Use your computer and backups to store music, books and photos… But, no -DH buys the mid range, extra memory iPad for $800. Then…

One evening in a far away land, (the garage) DH exits his chariot (the mistress otherwise known as ‘the porsche-bitch’) and fills his arms with things (milk (my fault), briefcase, lunchbox, and balanced (not really) on top: the iPad. Then while shutting the trunk, (bending over to do it) iPad sees a rare opportunity to fly away to freedom!

Sadly, iPad realizes, moments before and during hitting concrete floor: “WTF? Why did I ever think I could fly?”

Ipad hits concrete floor, bottom corner first and makes a crinkling-crackling sound as spiderweb-fractures spread across its embarrassed face!

Oh, Oh! DH says: “My Bad!”

I say: “Oh no! All my books on iBook and Kindle!”

For clarification: yes, I can read them on iPod but that’s like 50 words a page and a simple novel is like thousands of pages! And, it makes my hand go numb holding the little thing for so long inches from my face. DO I really need to complain? –My fault: old tired eyes!

Wait three months. Leave iPad in box -where it actually enjoys this punishment. WIth weeks left on warranty, drive to Apple Store in Greensboro, talk to genius. Joy! Joy! –they will swop broken for new for only $300, should buy Apple care for $99 because future drops are $49 each (you only get 2 drops though)

I notice new mini iPad is size of one book page and definitely on my ‘to buy someday’ list.

It’s 11:00 am and the next available time slot is 3:15pm. Did I mention it’s an hour drive?

So, off to P.F.Changs for a gin and tonic and calamari. Then, to Greensboro Farmer’s market, sampled amazing Chocolate Truffles made from goat cheese OMFG! I did NOT buy those delicious morsels! I know they are genetically predisposed to go straight to hips or belly! Bought gumbo ingredients.

Head back to Apple Store, 15 minutes early, where Mr Busy Genius was taking a break but another little genius jumped in to help… the new iPad slipped out of her hand and almost fell on the floor when she took it out of the box to activate! Um, these iPads are apparently like those mysterious (don’t ask don’t tell) slippery filled noodles found only at real dim sum restaurants.

Whilst waiting I grab a genius to ask if I can batch remove email addresses from the root using a wildcard@facebook.com command. I was told by Genius Couple: Perky Genius and Goofy Genius that Facebook is so convenient! I can put a app on my iPhone to access it, I clarify and they give me 2 smiles better suited for androids (no not the phones!)

May I have another, please?

May I have another, please?

Return home to endure w well-deserved tongue lashing  from Quinn, who barked at us for 10 minutes, here is a transcript of what he said several times:

1. Why did you have to buy the figging expensive iPad? Don’t you love ME?
2. Why aren’t you more careful! Don’t YOU love me?
3. Didn’t you realize the iPad was precariously balanced? Don’t you LOVE me?
4. For all that money you could have driven to a snowy place, got a hotel room and mushed us…  Don’t you LOVE ME?
5. Why did you buy vegetables and NOT dog cookies! YOU LOVE ME! Damit!

He was, of course, correct on all accounts. Sunday morning I made wonderful dog cookies as my penance (even though DH dropped the iPad)

Penance Dog Cookies:
1 can pumpkin
1 egg
1 cup corn meal
Lots of vile pea protein, we can’t gag down but dogs LOVE
roll out, bake 350 degrees, 25 minutes, use pizza cutter to make 1/2 inch nibbles squares