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Dog Food: Make It or Buy It?

As old-timey FaM readers know, one of my strangest eccentricities is that I cook and feed real, actual FOOD to my dogs, rather than giving them the fake stuff that comes in bags and cans. This came about during the late, great melamine scare, during which we learned that virtually all dog foods, from Walmart’s cheapest to Petsmart’s fanciest, are manufactured in the same few factories in China. And, as we learned from that and a number of other flaps (remember the poison toothpaste?), quality control is not China’s strong suit.

Cooking up a week’s worth of dog food for one dog, even a relatively small one like a corgi, is a job. Fixing it for two is a real chore. Cassie eats a a little over a half-pound of food a day, but because Ruby is still a growing pup, she needs a pound and three-quarters to two pounds a day. That is a lot of artisanally home-cooked dog food!

When the present medical adventure started, I prepared and froze a ton of food for them. But I didn’t plan on two, three, now four and maybe even FIVE surgeries. Even though I made more food between procedures 2 and 3, we ran low.

So I supplemented with a product made by a company called FreshPet. The stuff comes in rolls — my son says it looks like mortadella, a delicacy that tosses his belly — and it contains exactly the same ingredients I put in my concoctions: meat, veggies, some kind of starch, and a vitamin pill. You slice off a chunk in the desired amount, mash it up, fork over the plateful to the dog, and stick the rest back in the fridge.

Okay. Very nice, but you find the stuff at places like Whole Foods and PetSmart (the Whole Paycheck of the pet industry….). Meanwhile, I was pretty fuzzy about how much it costs to make up a week’s worth of dog food in my kitchen — calculating the cost of all those ingredients and then factoring out the number of days they would supply is beyond my English-major math skills.

So, there I am thinking this expensive dog food can’t POSSIBLY cost any less than what I make, probably costs more, and besides, I really do know what goes into my dog food, whereas when I buy a prepared product I have to believe what’s on the label. Decision made: keep on cookin’.

Then, Ruby developed ear infections and runny eyes. The vet, whose experience in this issue proved correct with the now-deceased greyhound, speculated that she had a food allergy. When he learned what she’s eating, he pointed out that beef is one of the commonest allergens among dogs. He recommended taking her off beef — and while we’re at it, let’s cut out the grains, too.

🙄

Well, this presented two problems:

a) Hamburger is the only pre-ground meat that is even vaguely cost-effective. All other meats available in grocery stores — the meats you can afford, that is — have to be ground up in one’s food processor, a messy and time-sucking project.

b) Therefore, I had stocked the freezer with a lifetime supply of hamburger-based dog food. I was not about to throw it away, and with another surgery coming up, neither was I in a position to cook up MORE pounds and pounds of food.

So I paid another visit to Whole Foods, where I found large dog-food rolls. Got a grain-free turkey concoction. Pup was beside herself with joy. And, when I had to board her with my son after the last surgical excursion rendered me too infirm to care for her, it was mighty useful to be able to hand a roll of prepared food over to him.

After about a week or ten days free of beef products, Ruby’s ears and eyes cleared right up. No steroids required, no nothin: just hold the beef.

Then I found some rawhide chews shaped like donuts, a design that makes it hard for her to reduce the thing to a size and shape she can choke on and easy for me to get it away from her before she can harm herself with it. Three or four days of chomping on beef hide: ear inflammation came back.

Obviously, this is a dog that can’t tolerate beef.

Ducky. As it were.

That locked us into the most work-intensive versions of my home-made dog food recipes: highly undesired, under the circumstances. So, it was permanently on the dog food rolls for Ruby. Cassie could consume the rest of the frozen beef concoction.

Now that I’m feeling better, my hot little mind returns to a key cheapskate’s question:

Which of these fancy concoctions — hand-make artisanal dog food from my kitchen or effete natural organic made-in-America(!!) turkey doggy salami from Whole Foods — actually costs more?

Recently, I bought five pounds of boneless chicken at Costco. Combined with a yam and a dose of mixed veggies, it produced seven pounds of home-cooked dog food. That is a shade under one week’s worth for Cassie —  about four days’ worth for Ruby. At about the same time, I’d bought five pounds of turkey roll at Whole Foods; from that I managed to extrapolate how much it would cost to feed Cassie that stuff for a week. Result:

Home-made dog food: about $22.
Fancy turkey roll dog food: about $21

Huh. We call that diference negligible.

And once Ruby is past the high-calorie puppy diet stage — which will only be another three and a half months — her rations can drop to about half of what she’s eating now.  Thus in the near future dog food costs will drop significantly, no matter which fancy cuisine they’re dining on.

Well, as it develops, Fry’s Supermarkets also allegedly carries the elegant FreshPet doggy salami. I don’t go into the Fry’s in my part of town because both of them are in dangerous neighborhoods full of panhandlers and muggers (last time I went to the Fry’s in Sunnyslop, a panhandler parked his wheelchair behind my car so I couldn’t pull out and sat there screaming at me after I told him, truthfully, that I don’t carry cash). It’s reasonable to believe that the customers of these low-rent establishments do not buy their dog food in the shape of staggeringly expensive mortadella rolls.

But the other day when I was at the Fancy-Dan Fry’s in Paradise Valley, I did find it there (why are we not surprised?). They charged $12.99 for a  hefty five-pound chicken roll.

A look at the latest Whole Foods receipt revealed a bill for $20 for a five-pound turkey roll. Other than the different birds — chicken, turkey — the ingredients were identical.

At $12.99/five pounds, I could feed Cassie (and eventually Ruby) for a week for $16.76.

That is a far cry from $22 and change!

So, I’ll be shopping at Fry’s for gourmet dawg food after this. And when Cassie runs out of the home-made stuff, she also be moving out of Alice’s Restaurant and over to the joint that serves up prepared chow.

How is Ruby doing on this food? Well. Exceptionally well.

She was beginning to look a little scrawny, so I upped her rations and added a boiled egg at mid-day. After a week of this, she’s filled out handsomely and is beginning to look like a mature dog. Here she is, on the right, almost as tall as Cassie.

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My iPhoto has decided its red-eye function no longer works…sorry about that.

Cassie weighs about 23 pounds. Last time  I put Ruby on a scale, about two weeks ago, she weighed 16 pounds. This morning she’s up to 21.3 pounds. She still  looks slender and healthy, but clearly I’ll have to keep an eye on the rations to be sure she doesn’t get fat. Corgis regard food as something that must be vacuumed up (they try to inhale the leftover molecules from each others’ dishes!). As you can imagine, they tend to overweight, a risky condition for long short-legged dogs with vulnerable spines.

For the nonce, though, she looks good. She’s actually becoming pretty: where before she looked like a scruffy waif, now she’s taking on the kind of magical doggy beauty that Corgis can affect. Her coat looks good, her eyes are no longer runny, her ears are no longer red and itchy, and she’s looking more and more like Cassie, who is truly a handsome little dog.

It seems to be working.

One. More. Try….

By gawd, just because I’m tired, sick, and in pain is NOT a reason to give up and throw in the towel. I’m going to give Ruby the Corgi Pup one more try before I fling her back at the breeder or advertise her on Craig’s List. Here’s the deal: I am bigger and probably smarter (maybe) than this dog. I. am. GOING. to. win.

There are a lot of things in the puppy department that I’ve neglected, not least of which is training the damn dog.

Item: Pup is going to learn “down and stay” and “leave it!” within the week.
Item: As soon as I can figure out where they meet, I’m taking this pup to the corgi obedience training classes.
Item: If she lasts long enough, she’s going to herding classes. That’ll run the ginger off her. 😀

Puppy Pool Fence
Puppy Pool Fence

After seven months of royal expenditures, I already own all the gear needed to keep Pup under control: a perfectly fine crate that she doesn’t hate; an expensive hinged kiddy-gate that is ridiculously handy and dandy to use; a pool-proof doggy yard; collars, leashes, harness…. Damn it. I yam NOT throwing all this stuff away. Nor am I throwing away a $1,200 puppy.

Decided to make the crate a little more chew-resistant. The bath rug and scrap swim towels I put in there are beginning to look like someone tossed them in a shredder.

So I thought to buy one of those big rectangular Costco doggy beds. But of course, Costco’s radar sensed that I wanted one…and so they took the damn things off the shelf.

Fortunately, I happen to have kept the outer fabric shells of the two doggy beds I’d used for Anna the GerShep and Walt the Greyhound. The stuffing was shot and got thrown out, but the covers were run through the washer and saved.

While contemplating what on earth I could stuff them with, it dawned on me that several old bed pillows would do the job. In fact, three decrepit old pillows supplemented by one decrepit old throw pillow (isn’t it great when you never throw anything out?) would plump one of those covers right up.

And while a fat doggy bed is of course chewable, it’s a lot less frayable and tempting than an old beach towel.

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Cassie inspects newly re-stuffed Puppy Mattress.

So. First off, the initial strategy will be to exile Pup from the bed. Two dogs on the bed is approximately two dogs too many, especially when you hurt. Cassie, being a polite little dog, always gives me plenty of room: she occupies a bottom corner of the bed and rarely encroaches on what she has declared to be my space, unless it’s very cold and she wants to get warm. Just now, that issue isn’t operative.

Pup, however, believes that her rightful spot is dead in the middle of wherever the human thinks it wants to be. She actually will try to push me off whatever spot I’m trying to get comfortable in. The heck with that noise: Puppy to puppy den.

Next, that damn X-pen is going out of the family room. Lordie, but I’m sick of climbing around that thing! Pup goes out the back door to eat her food. If it’s raining and the patio is under two inches of water, fine: she goes in a back room to eat.

As for the jump-Cassie-bite-Cassie behavior: why should I buy an electronic collar when I have a perfectly fine squirt bottle? Matter of fact, I could buy a whole arsenal of toy squirt guns (very handy!) for what one of those collar lash-ups would cost.

By golly, that dog hates to be squirted. She jumps on Cassie: SPLAT! That should bring a quick stop to that shenanigan.

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Assault squirt weapon

Otherwise, to the extent necessary she can be kept on a leash and simply jerked off Cassie whenever she gets any ideas.

If these schemes don’t help within a month or so, then she can go back to the breeder.

Resuscitating My Life: Überlist 2

So yesterday I decided I need a couple of broad, overarching lists to get back on track for managing my life in the middle of the current healthcare madness. The first outlines steps to try to recover my health. Next, a strategy for dealing with the dog situation.

Dog Management To-Do’s

1. Decide whether to keep Ruby or not

Find out if M’hijito wants to keep her

• If he continues to refuse to answer emails and phone, physically go to his house and get a response
• If he wants the dog, leave her there
• If he doesn’t want the dog, retrieve her and make a decision about what to do next

2. If decision is to return dog:

Call Lindsay
Get SDXB to help navigate back to Wittman, turn dog over to Lindsay

3. If decision is to keep dog:

Simplify feeding

• If M’hijito has switched Pup to Charley’s kibble, keep her on it
• If not, feed her cooked commercial dog food rolls

Order vibrate/shock collar from Amazon and put it on her full-time. Use it to…

• Bring a stop to food competition
• Break up fights with Cassie

Keep pup off bed

• Only Cassie goes on bed
• Get Costco dog  mattress; place in crate
• Get hinged gate for bedroom door
• After 2 or 3 weeks, leave crate door open at night, with hinged gate closed
• After another 2 or 3 weeks, remove crate from bedroom, leave mattress in place, and close hinged gate at night
• Use hinged gate to confine Ruby to bedroom while gone, leaving Cassie at large in house

Teach Ruby to use doggy door

Keep dogs separated when I’m not home

• When weather is clement, leave Ruby outdoors
• Confine her indoors only when it’s too hot, cold, or wet to leave her in the yard
• When she has to be indoors, confine Cassie & Ruby in different spaces

Effing nightmare. As if there weren’t enough to cope with…

How to Annoy a Puppy…

 

Puppy takes it out on outrageous mop
Puppy takes it out on outrageous mop

heh heh heh heh…I yam SOOO cruel! Pup is highly annoyed with me because she’s in stir. Every moment she’s under a roof, she’s trapped in the Panopticon. Poor beast.

For reasons unknown, her house training has come undone. What we have here is a formerly house-trained puppy. A de-house-trained dawg. And, as you can imagine, quite the little nuisance.

Yesterday I cleaned up three messes, and Luz cleaned up another one. That’s become about par for the course.

One could believe this was a sign of the supposed urinary infection. But a) it’s not confined to puddles and b) she’s been on Clavamox and special urinary diet for the past week.

This is a dog that can pee and dump at the speed of light. No joke: my son was over here last night and she committed BOTH offenses in the same room while we were there! And neither one of us spotted her in action. She is an accomplished stealth pisser. I’ve never seen an animal like this in my life, and I’ve seen a lot of animals. Especially dogs.

So. Out of storage came the X-pen. It’s back in the family room, where I spend a fair amount of time. Whenever I’m in there, in the dining room, or in the kitchen, she’s in the pen. Lovely piece of furniture: so graces the decor.

When I’m in the office, the door is closed and she’s in here with me. If I leave the house, she goes in her crate. If I lay down for a nap, she goes on the bed.

So far, so good. It’s 8:00 p.m.; we’ve been up since 5:30 a.m., and she hasn’t defiled the floor once.

Uhm. Not as far as I’ve been able to tell.

But ooohhh this dog is mad at the human. Peeved. Irked!  And increasingly determined to escape.

Well, this is ornery on my part, but it’s working. I think. She doesn’t seem to be uncomfortable, so I guess that if she had a recurrence of the  UTI, it’s not bothering her much. The dog herding is a nuisance, but nothing like cleaning up mess after mess after mess.

Now whether Ruby Doo will ever forgive me…that remains to be seen.

Of Dancing Dogs, Kitchen Counters, Cheap Expensive Hardware, and Morning Interrupted

Did you know that Dogs Got Rhythm? That you can train a dog to dance with you, pretty easily?

Wynton Marsalis is on the noise-maker just now, and of course that marvelous acoustical jazz has a strong, distinctive beat. When you dance to that beat, all by yourself, your apprentice dancing dog is captivated. She comes over and stares up at you, astonished. If she’s a herding dog, as, for example, a corgi is, she may try to get you to shape up there! by feinting at your feet. She will dance around you with great delight. And if you hold your hands out at her height, she will rare up on her hind legs, place her front paws in your hands, and actually jig with you.

Heh! The simple things in life are the best things. 😉

It’s been a morning interrupted about every ten or fifteen minutes by stuff like that. I have done NOTHING since rolling out of the sack at 6:30, having overslept an hour by dog standards.

Well, almost nothing: I did write a fairly lengthy e-mail to a client and review the copy I wrote yesterday for Fire-Rider Book II.

Damn, I’m good! It’s an unusual chapter, unlike anything I’ve written before: all three scenes consist of the characters’ interior reflections. So far I’ve only got three brief passages of dialogue — but still have the third scene to write. Took some doing to convince myself to try this technique, if “technique” it is: I was afraid it would feel too static. Too Proustian, one might say. But it’s working. The characterization positively smokes, and IM-not-very-HO, it actually moves the thematic issues forward by a great leap.

But every time I sit down to write the final scene, something happens (or I cause something to happen), breaking any nascent train of thought that might be in progress.

The phone rang at 8 a.m. Dougie: he has eight new glass crosses in the kiln for me to convert into rosaries. I’m to drop by his studio this evening, after he gets off his day job.

Pup has conceived a great craving to visit the out of doors. Of course, the out of doors happens to be hotter than the hubs of Hades just now, so these junkets don’t last long. She’s out. She’s in. She’s out. She’s in. She’s out. She’s….argh! Mercifully, the dancing lesson exhausted her, and now she’s crapped out on the cool, cool tile floors.

While trudging back and forth between the back door and my work chair, I noticed the cleaning lady had done a nice job of polishing up the sink. Decided to fill both sinks with water and drain them, by way of helping to keep the plumbing unplugged. This reminded me that the garbage disposal has been backing up into the large adjacent sink. Many gallons of water surging through the two drains, between concocting of pots of coffee, did little to help. Called the plumber; left word.

Ran some ammonia down the offending drain. Filled both sinks with hot water. Drained. Twice. This seemed to help some. Hm.

Noticed the cleaning lady had not cleaned the hard-water spots off the brightwork around the drain in the big sink. Scoured it and the fitting around the garbage disposal with Barkeeper’s Helper. Little avail there.

Soaked a paper towel with vinegar and patted it down around the regular drain’s brightwork. Fifteen minutes later, came back to find that, yes, that worked pretty well. Scrubbed it with some Weimann’s glass stovetop cleaner and a toothbrush. Nice. Extremely nice.

Repeated the process on the brightwork around the garbage disposal. Worked there, too. The plumber will be sooo impressed with “my” housekeeping…

The radically expensive faucet set that I installed back in the day when I had a steady income had developed rings of hard-water deposits around the four parts that protrude from the back of the sink. This elegant set, which I purchased at an upscale interior design and hardware store, cost a freaking ARM AND A LEG! It was billed as brushed stainless steel.

Well.

Make that made-in-China-style fake stainless-steel veneer laid down over base metal and, in the case of the spray attachment, over plastic. Get vinegar on this fine stainless steel, and it eats right through to the base. Not stains it, as acids will if left very long on on real stainless steel: eats it off. So trying to get the crust off the enameled sink around the bases of the faucet set presents a challenge.

Tried Barkeeper’s Helper again: no luck, again. Apparently BKH can be declared impotent against Colorado River water.

Finally decided to try rubbing the vinegar-soaked towel over the crud and wiping off the vinegar as quickly as possible. This worked…eventually. But it took a long, long time. And it didn’t do the fake stainless-steel finish any good.

What junk we Americans have resigned ourselves to furnishing our lives with, now that most of our manufacturing has moved offshore. I need to buy a new set — the plumber advised not replacing it with another high-end set, because, says he, no matter how many dollars you spend on domestic hardware, it’s all trash. He says Home Depot carries faucet sets in similar styles that are the same junk. They’ll have to be replaced no sooner than the expensive junk, and so you lose nothing by buying cheap junk: over the long run, the cost is actually less because the alleged good stuff is engineered to crap out just as fast as the HD special.

Jeez.

And speaking of spending money on the kitchen, one of these days I’m gonna have to replace the kitchen counter, or if possible get it repaired. Tracking down a tile guy or deciding what else could replace the Mexican tile and finding someone to install that is more than I can bear just now. But soon, soon I’ll be forced to it.

Shortly after Mike the Bosnian Godfather installed this particular counter (the guy was a tiling genius, in addition to running an empire of skilled craftsmen), three or four of the tiles developed some hairline cracks. He was reluctant to replace them (knowing, in a way  you and I could not possibly know, what a PITA it is to pull out and replace individual soft-fired Mexican tiles…), because he thought the cracks must have resulted from some settling and suspected more cracks would develop. He suggested waiting some months before proceeding with any repairs.

Then Mike fell off the roof of one of his rentals (yeah, he has a rental empire, too, that includes not only several houses and an apartment building here but also an apartment building and a villa in Bosnia) and busted up his ankle. As you can imagine, the delights of hauling boxes of tile around no longer called to him. So he retired from the tile business.

No more cracks appeared until quite recently. A few weeks ago, the countertop on the righthand side of the sink pulled away from the tiled backsplash, splitting the grout and cracking several of the field tiles.

Damn!

I don’t even know whether these can be repaired, nor do I have any idea where to find a tile guy with the kind of expertise necessary to do the job. You’ve got to be pretty good at this kind of thing to know what you’re doing and to do it right. {sigh}

I suppose I could replace the tile counters with granite. But y’know…secretly, I just don’t like granite countertops. They’re very nice,  I’m sure (assuming you don’t use lemons, limes, or vinegar when you cook…). But…meh!

When granite first became the rage, I recall thinking that it was going, one day, to be just like all that damn avocado green and harvest gold everyone put in their houses when I was a kid. You’d walk into someone’s house and think, “Ohhh! You redecorated this kitchen in 1979, didn’t you!” Ugh.

So, OK, granite counters haven’t gone out of style. Unfortunately. Now what I don’t like about them is that everybody has them. They are, in a word, B-O-O-O-O-R-ING

Besides. If tile can settle and crack, why can’t granite settle and crack? Ditto the briefly popular concrete countertops?

The kitchen in our old house in Encanto had two sinks. One of them — the one I used the most — was set in a countertop make of a large slab of butcher block.

Yes. A wooden kitchen countertop with a sink in the middle of it. I just loved that thing! It was wonderful to use and easy to take care of — all you had to do was rub a little mineral oil into it every few months. It stayed gorgeous, and it was totally, completely DIFFERENT.

The counter where the present huge double sink resides is 10 feet 8 inches long. So…hang onto your hats… What if the sinks were flanked by small platforms of tilework, and the rest of the counter were butcherblock?

Would that look weird?

Uhm. Possibly.

So what if the whole open, unobstructed 10 3/4-foot-long counter were topped with butcherblock and the small backsplash at the far right end retained its pretty tilework, which matches the tile around the stove on the opposite side of the kitchen?

Now that…that could be cool.

$$$$$$$$

How Much Does Home-Made Dog Food Cost…

…compared to a comparable canned dog food?

Cassie and Ruby eat a diet of real food — about 1/2 high-quality meat protein, 1/4 dog-friendly vegetables, and 1/4 starchy foods, plus a daily vitamin. It’s comparable to an ultra-premium canned food, except that rotating the ingredients doesn’t make either dog sick, as changing up commercial pet food is apt to do (yes, this should tell you something about commercial dog food).

By way of preparing for the upcoming surgical adventure, I’ve been cooking up piles of dog food in advance. Just finished shoveling another 10 pounds’ worth into the freezer, and I’m not at all sure it’ll be enough to last for a week or ten days after the surgery, which is about as soon as I figure I’ll feel like shopping for Costco-sized packages of meat and frozen mixed veggies, cooking it, grinding it, and packaging it.

Because Pup is eating half again as much as Cassie, they’re going through a pound and a quarter of food a day. (At her present age, Pup really should get twice as much as the aged Cassie, but there’s a limit to what I can handle, and besides, she looks pretty healthy — she surely isn’t emaciated!)

Lordie, but that’s a lot of food, even though just half of it is meat. And holy mackerel is it a lot of work to lay the stuff up in advance! And…speaking of holy mackerel, how much does it cost for a pair of dogs to eat their way through a pound and a quarter of food every day?

And would it be enough cheaper to feed them commercial dog food to make it worth sacrificing the health benefit of knowing what they’re eating each day? Would it, indeed, be cheaper at all??????

Let us consider:

Cassie eats 8 ounces a day of Her Royal Highness’s Custom Cuisine. Half of that is meat, whose price ranges from about $2 to about $3.50 per pound. Let’s say, then, that the average is around $2.75/pound. That’s a little on the high side, because it’s a rare day when I pay as much as $3.25/pound, to say nothing of $3.50. But for the sake of argument: average cost of meat = $2.75/pound.

Just now, a package of Costco “Normandy-style” vegetables, the mix I favor, is $7.64 for 6 pounds, or $1.27/pound. The proportion of meat to veggie is 4:1 (i.e., 1/4 pound veggie to 1 pound meat).

The cost of rice, oatmeal, or other starch is essentially negligible. The proportion is the same: 1/4 pound cooked starch to 1 pound meat, and a package of oatmeal or rice, which is cooked with twice as much water as dried product, will last a couple of months, at least. Let’s say that is subsumed in the overestimate of the meat cost. Round up the $1.27 to $1.30, too. So the average cost of veggies + rice is probably about $1.30/pound.

One-half of that (i.e., 1/2 pound @ $1.30/pound) is added to each pound of meat to create dog food; $1.30/2 = $.65. So, to make 1.5 pounds of dog food we spend $2.75 + $.65 = $3.40 for a pound and a half of food, or $2.26/pound of the final mix.

Premium dog food costs, pretty much across the board, $2.60 per can. But a can does not contain a pound of dog food! It only contains 13 ounces of food. Together, Cassie and Ruby are presently consuming a pound and a quarter of food a day: that’s 20 ounces a day.

So how does that shake out, cost-wise?

Well, let’s look at the monthly cost of canned food first:

Cassie eats 8 ounces a day:

8 oz x 30 days = 240 ounces a month
Divided by 13 oz/ can = 18.46 cans per month

Ruby the Corgi Pup eats 12 ounces a day:

12 oz x 30 days = 370 ounces a month
Divided by 13 oz/can = 27.69 cans per month

18.46 cans Cassie food + 27.69 cans Ruby food = 46.15 cans/month
46.15 cans @ $2.60/can = $119.99 a month

Okay: so, $120 a month to feed both dogs a superpremium dog food that makes at least one of them mighty sick.

Total monthly cost of home-made dog food consumed by Cassie (8 oz/day)  and Ruby (12 oz/day):

240 oz (Cassie) + 360 oz (Ruby) = 600 ounces/month
600/16 oz per pound = 37.5 pounds/month
37.5 pounds x $2.26/pound = $84.75/month

That’s a difference of about $35.25/month, or about $423 a year.

And that’s pretty conservative. I’m sure I pay less than $2.75/pound on average for the dogs’ meat, sometimes much less. And we’re not factoring in the veterinary bills that you get to pay when you have your dog on commercial food: either the immediate cost of the resurgent diarrhea and vomiting or the long-term cost of ailments likely related to low-quality food, such as thyroid disease, obesity, and diabetes.

Obviously, it would be cheaper to feed your dog kibble than canned food (well…maybe not: ultra-premium kibble is darned pricey!). But…you do not want to know what’s in dog kibble. And most of it is made in China, where quality control is nil and manufacturers think it’s OK to add melamine to pet food and infant formula. The number of recalls for dog food, which come fast and furious virtually every week of the year, simply boggles the mind. You haven’t seen vet bills until you’ve seen the effect of tainted food on your dog…

Makes the crazy little old lady look a lot less crazy, doesn’t it?

Not starved yet...
Not starved yet…