every good dog deserves a bone

a couple of weekends ago, the baron and the husband made the command decision to treat the dogs - REALLY TREAT the dogs - by getting them bones. actual, animal with-marrow-still-in-the-middle beef bones.


each dog got his or her own leg piece; the bigger dogs got bigger bones, the smaller dogs, smaller bones. it wasn't long, though, before the bones and the dogs were all mixed up.


the purchasing of the bones wasn't so bad, as each bone was vacuum-sealed in its own plastic shell. the opening of the bones, though, was ghastly: fyi, vacuum sealed is good for keeping skin from actual bone contact, until it's time to open the packaging. armed with scissors, the baron tried her best to open and distribute the tasty treats without actually touching them.

this didn't work. she washed her hands REALLY good afterward, and discarded the scissors. they were just too gross to contemplate.


for special days, like holiday ones, the baron and the husband give the dogs a special dinner. the baron makes this for them, right along with the humans' dinner; it only seems right, that if the baron and the husband get a special meal, so too should the dogs? usually, this meal consists of tofu and/or lentils with a grain, and a vegetable, and sometimes brewer's yeast for flavor.


the other evening, the baron and the husband were debating what the dogs would eat on thanksgiving:

the husband: let's get them chicken, from chicken mart.
the baron: actual chicken?
the husband: yeah... it might be a nice treat for them.
the baron: like, real chicken, from bones and stuff?
the husband: i dunno... yeah. it might be nice.
the baron: what's chicken mart?
the husband: that place, with the commercials, where you see the chicken?
the baron: do you mean boston market? you want to buy a chicken from boston market?
the husband: what?
the baron: i'm not touching it.

so.

it was decided, lentils and quinoa and sweet potatoes for the dogs on thanksgiving!