My grandfather passed away over the holiday season. It was actually Christmas Eve morning. It was brought back to me today when my cousin contacted me on facebook and asked me if I was aware of it, because no one had told her till this morning. She found out on facebook, not even a phone call. I was so upset. I had thought that everyone had been contacted and didn’t think to call her or at the very least to shoot her a message telling her to call our aunt. I feel so badly because of it. I don’t know what happened, although it was a very confusing time. All I could tell her was that I was sorry she hadn’t found out from one of us. I hope she forgives us for the lapse.
No Bones for My Dogs
As a kid, we had a bunch on dogs to play with on my grandfather’s farm. I loved running and playing with them across the yard and the corn fields. But they were mostly hunting dogs – not house dogs. They ate all kinds of thing. My grandmother would scrape the plates after meals and just toss it all outside for the dogs to get.
But now I have dogs that I love dearly and my vet has told me to not ever give the dogs tables scrap and to make sure they never get bones. The bones, especially from chicken and turkey, can splinter and the sharp points can slice up the dogs insides and kill them.
I sure had not eve thought of that and I guess it is a miracle that my grandfather’s dogs never suffered from internal bleeding and died from eating bones. But I don’t want to take a chance with my dogs, so no bones for the dogs. Not even steak bones. The vet says to stick with dog food and as long as I have money for real dog food, my dogs will get the best I can buy.