It has come to my conclusion (with Daddy’s constant grumbling as support to my theory) that I am spolit when it comes to my dinners. I can also say that when I have asked other woofs on walks, they have come to the same conclusion.
The humans aren’t sure what my feeding arrangements were before I was rescued, but I was pretty skinny when I got here…like models banned from the catwalk skinny… so as you can imagine, I now like to devour everything given to me at record speed.
Despite being a rescue woof, or even just a woof for that matter, I do not eat dog food from a can….there is no Pedigree Bum in our house. Dog food is actually quite expensive and Mum, as you know, is always on the hunt for a bargain, but she didn’t want me to just eat rubbish.
Mum also decided that I should get something a little different for each meal. She knows she would be bored out of her mind just eating pasta for the rest of her life…even if it did come with a different sauce every now and then. So she scoured the internet looking for the best way to feed me.
After what felt like a woof week, but Mum reckons was only a few hours, of forum and testimonal reading, and after considering feeding me raw (but realising that Daddy would go MENTAL if I got more fresh meat than him…) she stumbled onto CSJ. A lovely company who make woof food….at really reasonable prices. A 15kg sack of my food is £12.30…..that is sack that actually weighs only 3 kg less than I do right now! And it is full of good stuff, no rubbish….like E numbers and additives….
Now Mum just cooks a little extra of whatever she is cooking for their dinner and mixes it in with a bit of my kibble….my favourite so far has to be a mix of kibble, pasta, mushrooms and chicken…that was lip-smacking good.
My favourite foods are peanut butter, pasta, peas, mushrooms, all meat, and CSJ That’ll Do!
I also enjoy drinking water from Daddy’s glass….but he is not so keen.
I don’t like celery and peppers….they are NOT nice…but Mum keeps hiding them in my food and mixing them with other yummy stuff, so I eat them anyway.
Ooooo…Dad is in the kitchen….I’m off to go sniff stuff….