and whaddaya get?
Well, if it’s dog meat, you get about 26 tons of dog food…
Today is Dog Food Prep Day, the human having failed in its untiring efforts to avoid working on said project. We’re almost out of prepared dog food; the package holding two large chunks of Costco pork has been defrosted for the past two or three days (in the fridge of course), and we still have a pile of leftover roast chicken.
The pork made a vast pile of ground-up cooked meat. Tossing the aging chicken in the food processor increased that cache by about 30%. Two or three cups of Coach’s Oats are now sitting there cooling down, so’s I can mix the whole shebang together with a mound of pulverized mixed vegetables.
I figure this will make about two weeks’ worth of doggy meals. Each dawg eats a half-pound a day; that adds up to a total of 1 pound a day to shovel into the wild animals’ maws. So…14 pounds, maybe? Possibly even more…I haven’t mixed it up and measured it out into refrigerator containers yet. But my guess is, pretty close to two weeks of food. I hope.
Because I don’t wanna do this again any sooner than two weeks from now.
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Okay. Slight overcalculation: The mountain weighed out to about 9 pounds. That’s less than two weeks’ worth, dammit. In 8½ days, I’ll have to drop by Walmart and pick up a roll of FreshPet, which will hold them for another week.
So, this is the disadvantage of having two dogs: if it were only Cassie (or only Ruby), 9 pounds would last one 20-pound corgi for 18 days. That would be good. Very, very good.
I guess I missed something. Didn’t you give one of the Corgis to your son?
Yes, and interestingly WordPress seems to have deleted my response to this.
In fact, my son just took Ruby the (former) Corgi Pup in to see how that would work out. When we discovered that the wound on Cassie’s face was NOT a dog bite but actually a dental abscess that had erupted through her muzzle (lovely!!!), we decided to return Ruby to her den here at the Funny Farm. Not until Cassie recovered from her surgery, by which time my son was just as glad to see Ruby go. She was pining away — would climb up on a table by the window and sit there peering out, searching for her human’s car. And like all corgis, Ruby can emit some serious barking.