Friday, October 14, 2011
Our dog has been on his last stretch of life for a while now. Instead of buying him healthier food and treats we make sure every night he gets some kind of delicious left-over mixed in with his kibble. I'm convinced this is what keeps him going.
The other night it was Rio's turn to feed Max. He added a heaping amount of dog kibble to the bowl then opened the fridge to find a suitable left over.
"Dad!" Rio screamed hanging from inside the open fridge door. "We don't have anything for Max! Amaya ate all the left-overs!" he accused.
"I was hungry," Amaya shouted from her room.
My husband walked into the kitchen and peered into the fridge over Rio, shuffling food items around.
"Here, give him a hot dog," my husband suggested.
"A hot dog!" Rio's eyes wide with disbelief. "You can't feed a dog, DOG!" Rio uttered in disgust.
My husband laughed, "Dude..it's okay. Hot dogs aren't made from dogs."
"They're not?" Rio questioned. "What are they made from then?" he asked.
"Different processed meats," my husband told him.
"Oh, okay," Rio said. "Slice it up."
I don't know what's more disturbing. The idea of feeding a dog: DOG. or that Rio has been okay with eating DOG all this time.