Raw Food Diet, Day 323- In Breeding

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Big Pupi is feeling rather pensive:

I enjoy reading the news online - getting my updates and keeping step with the world's current events. Yesterday morning I found myself in my usual routine, skimming and scanning various sites, until I came upon an article on the BBC about dog shows and dog breeding. Well, seeing that this was news I could sink my teeth into, I read on. And on. And on. Man, this was interesting stuff.

What the news told me (translated through interpretive dance by my humans), was that the BBC refused to air the Crufts dog show, thus suspending their 46-year relationship with the organization. These actions were in response to a documentary which aired on BBC in August which dove into the breeding and health practices of dog show canines, and the refusal of Crufts to ban a presently undisclosed list of 12 breeds which the BBC deemed to have felt the worst effects of show breed standards. This documentary, Pedigree Dogs Exposed, showed the ill-effects of improper breeding practices and how these decisions have detrimental effects on the blood lines. Many dog shows reward breeders for these practices, given that their dogs adhere to the strict guidelines of the breed standards. Unfortunately, these breed standards have moved farther and farther away from the qualities that make an animal healthy and useful, as even the working breed dogs find themselves in a weakened, yet "show quality" state.

In an excerpt from Pedigree Dogs Exposed, we meet a Cavalier King Charles spaniel - a show dog that has seen much success in the ring. This particular dog suffers from syringomyelia, a condition which leaves the skull too small for the dog's brain. Despite this devastating condition, this cavalier has been awarded for its ability to meet the stringent breed standards. But how can that be? The BBC and many concerned humans have raised more and more issues about how these breed standards no longer reflect what is best for the dogs.

The documentary also features a boxer with epilepsy, pugs with breathing problems due to their much-desired scrunched faces, and bulldogs that can no longer breed or give birth on their own. No... these are not dogs found in a kennel, in a shelter or as strays on the road. These are show dogs, all them successful, and many of which have been bred for their show characteristics.

My family is no stranger to dogs with poor health and poor breeding. Stanislaw and I suffer from so many food allergies that my people have lost count of the items banned from our food bowls. I suffer from Sebaceous Hyperplasia, and Stanislaw has endured two surgeries to fix his eyes when the gland on the third eyelid prolapsed, a condition more commonly known as cherry eye. Our departed baby brother Wile E. was plagued by puppy staph, an upper respiratory infection and cherry eye all before he made it 14 weeks. It was during this 15th week that he underwent surgery to repair the cherry eye and his little body just couldn't handle the anesthesia.

Too often dogs are bred to be pretty - to have coats that flow long and luscious and glisten in the sun. To have eyes that are perfectly round or faces that are adorably wrinkled. Legs that are long with delicate gaits or legs that short with a muscular strut. Too often these traits are bred into dogs without consideration for their overall health and performance - a dog should be able to do what they were originally bred to do, but these show qualities have gone by the way of deformities in many breeds. As this video discusses, police will not take a German Shepherd that meets show qualifications because their hind quarters are too weak to work. I, Big Pupi, believe that when there is such a dichotomy between a show dog and a working dog of the same breed, that's a red flag and glowing neon sign telling us that we're losing sight of what really matters.

And what matters is our health. Of course, what has been discussed above does not apply to 100% of the cases 100% of the time. We know that there are dogs that are bred to show AND work, and that these dogs are often found doing what they were made to do in between their show grooming and prances about the ring. We know there are responsible breeders out there that maintain a varied blood line and spend a lifetime to breeding health issues out of their dogs. But we also know that not everyone has their dog's best interest at heart, and it's at dog shows when these types of individuals are rewarded and their animal suddenly becomes the Stud Du Jour.

I applaud the BBC for putting its foot down. As regular non-breeding folk, my people watch dog shows and believe that "this is the way that breed is SUPPOSED to look/act/move." Those dogs are put on a pedestal as the ideal, without ever a thought as to the health issues or shrinking genetic pools that this ideal is creating. Too many "regular non-breeding folk" seek pedigrees that meet these standards and the genetics and breeding practices are pushed even further. It's about time that health was put above appearance, and a good place to start is at a internationally televised dog show.

The noise being made about breed standards has begun to make a difference. The Kennel Club has revised its standards for the Pekingese, which states that a slight muzzle is now to be desired. And just watch... suddenly these quirky little flat-faced dogs will be seen with a bit of a schnozzle, and all because of the influence the Kennel Club standards carry. Many breeders follow these standards like they are the undisputed Law. While the BBC can create awareness, the Kennel Club can create the change.

And so can you. Change begins with knowledge, and a little bit of education can go a long way. Take what you see at dog shows with a grain of salt, and be aware of a breed's strengths and weaknesses. It goes without saying that if you breed your animals do it for health. (This of course requires extensive veterinary checks, like hip x-rays and eye exams.) Be a responsible owner, and most importantly love your dog for everything that (s)he is. After all... your dog loves you for all of your perfections and imperfections.

Signing off,

Big Pupi

Raw Food Diet, Day 322- Chilly Dog

Heya folks. It's Stanislaw livin' large, feastin' big and being just a little bit chilly.

Every year my apartment territory does work on the building's heater and it cuts off the warm air for hours and hours. Of course, they always seem to do this on the coldest of days... like today, with wind chills of negative 13 degrees. My home has gotten so chilly that I've been forced into this embarrassing gear:
Don't let my tail wagging fool you. I am not the happiest canine to be wearing clothes, even if it does keep me warm. At least Big Pupi is stuck looking like a dork as well.His furriness makes him look all macho and muscly in his clothes! Not fair. At least I know it's all fluff and there's very little beast under that toasty hoodie.It's gotten so chilly in here that my dad has to study like this:At least the chill in the air keeps my folks awake and helps my dad to learn about Contracts. (They don't sound tasty at all!) His last exam is tomorrow night and then he's back in action! I just know that he's counting down the seconds before he can go on fast hunts and spend hours rubbing my belly again. I just hope he can find my belly in this sweatshirt!
Stay toasty.
Your man Stan, keepin' warm.

Raw Food Diet, Day 319- Oh. My. Dog.

I, Stanislaw, tasted squirrel yesterday. First. Time. Ever.

Mom, Big Pupi and I ran to the bark park for an afternoon romp. It was during our exit that I got a whiff of something delicious. I veered to the left, dipped my head beneath the snow, and came up with the most mangled, broken, bloody, frozen squirrel carcass you've ever seen.

IT WAS AMAZING!!!

I scooted about with my head held sky high, lifted my legs and pranced like I was King of the World. Just call me Sir Stanislaw, the greatest squirrel hunter alive!! This guy practically jumped into my mouth! HA! Stupid delicious squirrel!!

I offered him a warm home (in my belly) but I was brutally forced to drop my raw feasting fare and leave it there in the snow for another dog to find. My pallet is precise and refined and it told me that squirrel meat is the most delicious kind of meat there is. Even when it's frozen so solid that my taste buds go numb. But I know it was delicious. I mean look at the little tree lobsters. THEY ARE SO DELICIOUS.
Squirrel in my bowl, please.
Sir Stanislaw, the King of the World

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Big Pupi talks about the food in your bowl:

Hello to all my fellow feasters out there, beastly and mini. I have some important news about premade pet foods. I'm sure all of you have heard about the craziness with the pet food recalls these past few years. I lost my cousin to the stuff! Well, we JUST found out (and in case you didn't know!) that Chicken Soup for the Pet Lover's Soul has continued to be linked to pet deaths and illness as of 2/08.

This is most likely due to their 2007 recall on products with a "best before" date range of 8/08 - 4/09. PLEASE check your dog and cat foods for these dates if you feed this product. There's a chance that it hasn't all been taken off the shelves yet, or that folks purchased the food before it had officially been recalled and were never made aware.

We strongly recommend that humans avoid any foods manufactured by Diamond Pet Products. Diamond has food under its own name, as well as the Chicken Soup brands, Nutra Gold, Nutra Nuggets, Premium Edge, Professional Pet Food, Canidae (dry foods only), Artemis (Fresh Mix Line, Osopure Line, and AgaRx Line), Kirkland Signature Brand (dry food only), and Solid Gold Health Food (dry food only). They have had NUMEROUS recalls on their brands and in our minds one recall is one too many. There are lots of amazing brands of canned and kibble foods out there. Making a switch is as easy as a trip to the store or an online order.

This site is supposedly updated quite regularly and can help you sniff out the not-so-great non-feastables out there. We really recommend keeping up with the FDA Pet Food Recall website for the most accurate information. For the most up to date info try a plain old Google search of your food brand. Outraged people with sick pups usually get the word out first, so keep yourself tuned in. (Make sure to tune out the simply outraged folks that just like to holler about things online! They're out there blogging too.) Check The Pet Food List site to see which brands are linked to which companies and manufacturing plants. That way, when you hear about a recall with Menu Foods you'll know if the food in your bowl comes from their facilities. It's a small world of dog food makers, and you'll be surprised at what you can dig up. (No... we're not talking about digging up SQUIRRELS, Stanislaw. Dorkus.)

I know this is something that I've repeated hundreds of times, but the Whole Dog Journal's annual list of the best foods is the numero uno authority in healthy deliciousness. There are many outdated WDJ lists online, but it changes every year and often those edits reflect important events in the industry and are worth taking note of. While I cannot post the current WDJ list here, it is available on the official the website for $10. Ten pieces of cheese money is worth a healthy canine!

Get your 2008 Whole Dog Journal Lists here:
Dry Dog Food Review
WDJ's Approved Grain-Free Dry Dog Foods

Happy & healthy feasting to you,
Big Pupi

Raw Food Diet, Day 318- Frightening Fuitables

Mangos are one heck of a scary fruit. Evil, I tell you. Pure evil.Every morning my dad makes himself a fruity protein shake for breakfast. (He doesn't eat raw meat, can you BELIEVE THAT??!) Now, I can get behind the protein part of that thick beverage but the fruit is just a no-go for yours truly. And that's because it's scary as heck. I stand politely at my father's feet, watching his every move in the morning as he scoops out some protein powder, pours in some water and adds a tasty banana. But when the freezer door opens and that bag of frozen mango chunks comes out I am SO outta there! I make a swizzly-fast b-line for the office and safety of my arm chair and blankies. Mangos are evil!

How are they evil, you ask? They make LOUD noises. I don't like loud noises. They take control over my dad's arm, which is normally used for good - like belly rubs and sock tugs, and they make him --SMASH!!-- the bag of mango bits on the counter. BANG! Dad says they get frozen together and need to be broken apart. I say that the devil lives in that bag and he's trying to take control of my normally peaceful pop. Naughty boys, those mangos. Bad!

Don't invite the wild mango into your home. Don't do it!
Stanislaw

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Big Pupi is NOT pleased.
WHAT THE $@*& ??????
Mad as poobles,
Big Pupi

Raw Food Diet, Day 316- A Holiday Ditty

Pigeons roasting by an open fire

Pee-mail left in all the snow
Stupid songs being sung by stuffed deer
And pups dressed up like Eskimos

Everybody knows~

A turkey neck and some chicken wings
Help to make the season bright
Goats in my 'hood, which I hope Santa brings
I'll find it hard to sleep tonight

I know that Santa's on his way
Bringing feasts and toys and goats upon his sleigh
And ev'ry cocker spaniel is prepared here
There's room in my freezer for some deer

And so I'm offering this simple phrase
For beasts, pups and grannies too
And though I have eaten many meats many ways
Happy Feasting, to you

Raw Food Diet, Day 315- Keeping Toasty

Big Pupi is warming his little bum:

Heya folks! It's the Pupmeister here trying to keep warm in chilly Chi-town. Despite the negative degree wind chills that have been blowing through, mom has been trying to get Stanislaw and me out for some booty-movin' exercise. The key word there was "trying." It's not easy to get yourself outside for a romp when your schnozzle freezes before you can sniff out a good weeble spot! We got a few inches of snow a few days ago which has since turned into piles of wet, salty, melty-chemical-laden paw-ouchies. No good. StanMan and I have been walked separately because we usually need to be carried home thanks to severe cases of ice-paw and wet bellies. It's a massive pain when it's freezing cold outside but the sidewalk salt turns all the ice to water, which soaks our legs and bellies and then we're just too cold to continue. Our folks are yet to find a good solution to this, so if anyone has any ideas please pass them along! We can't seem to keep ourselves DRY and WARM. Even our coats get soaked through.

Since there's been some major down-time, and since our folks just couldn't keep holiday treats from us any longer, Stanislaw and I got some of our presents a little early. I got a totally sweet new SingingChristmasTreeMouseToy, only it's not a mouse... it's a deer that sings "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer." It's totally confusing to me. My mouse sings "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" and I like that waaaaaaay better. I've been trying to thrash SingingChristmasTreeReindeerToy to his senses but he just won't change his song. Stubborn dude. Despite his blatant lack of intelligence, I find him rather enjoyable to nibble and roll on top of.
Stanislaw got a rattle and squeak Christmas Octopus with nice long legs that are good for tug games with the humans. Aside for a few abusive swings about, Stan lost interest in his new toy and planned only to resume play once there was a human stuck to the other end of it. He made tantalizing eyes at the camera, hoping to seduce mom into a good thrash-about game.
So that's how we've been keeping occupied at home. We've also been getting our usual breakfast yogurt servings frozen into our treat puzzle toys to keep us quiet in the mornings while mom is working. We suck that yogurt out of those toys in about 30 seconds and we're bouncing off the walls again. Humans just don't get it. I don't want puzzles I need exercise!

When we do get to go outside, we've been bundling up in our toasty fleece-lined coats. Since Stanislaw has outgrown all of his winter clothing from last year, mom had to place another PetEdge order for new winter gear. Here is Stani in the one coat that fits us both and that we have to share.

I HATE sharing with that butthead beast! All he does is toss his belly into snowbanks and he gets our nice fuzzy coat all salty and wet. Ack! He's so not a gentleman. Good thing mom got another one. I hope the new one is mine since it won't have Stan-stink all over it!Image from www.PetEdge.com

We also have some super soft and cozy fleece jackets, but silly mom shrunk them last year and so they don't do such a good job at covering our bellies any more.

So along with the new coat we placed an order for 2 of these big and squishy sweatshirts.Image from www.PetEdge.com

Mom is thinking that she'll cut the hoods off since the sweatshirts have to fit under our coats. Layering is the only way we've been able to keep warm on our walks! People laugh when they see super furry spaniels all bundled up and waddling down the road, but dudes... it's the only way to roll when it's -2 degrees outside.

Thanks to PetEdge, where everything is crazy cheap, Stan and I also got a set of our very own fleece-lined boots to protect our delicate toes from the salt and ice. I'm not so sure I'm going to enjoy these things, but if they keep that salt burn away they might not be so bad. I just hope I don't get my bum kicked at the bark park for wearing these sassy booties!

Image from www.PetEdge.com

We'll let you know how the quest for toastiness goes. Speaking of toastiness...

I walked with mom, my buddy Hunter and his mom to the downtown Chicago Christmas festival yesterday and I saw the awesomest thing... At the Eternal Flame memorial in Daly Plaza, there were a bunch of pigeons warming their bums! One even burned his little tail feathers off and he smelled like BBQ deliciousness. We didn't get to enjoy the festivities and sausage smells long before Hunter and I began to shivvvvvvver and we had to head home. This is when I found the most magical thing parked next to my territory....

A truck hauling GOATS! LIVE GOATS! They were coming from some serious kids' party where they had a petting zoo inside a swanky hotel. Oh my goatness. I want a party like that! I was so pumped at the sight and smell of goat that it left an everlasting impression on my brain and I check where that truck was every single time I step outside to do weebles. I want it back!

'Til next time - keep toasty and keep an eye out for winter goats.
Big Pupi

Raw Food Diet, Day 308: At Odds and Ends

Hey folks! I've been missing once again. Well, I haven't actually been missing, but my crazy female person (who shall remain nameless, MOM!) has been less than efficient with updating my blog. Turns out that work can get busy before the holidays and more work makes for lazy humans in their down-time. Speaking of work, my dad told me that he's taking a few days off to do something called "study" for his final exams. I'm not sure what this "study" is, but knowing my dad I think it has something to do with feasting on meat and rubbing my belly. Sweetness! And now speaking of feasting...

I heard that the humans spent a day last week playing with other humans and chowing down on turkey necks. WHAT??!! And I was left at camp with my stinkbutt brother. I'm not knocking camp (which is totally awesome) but I'm not pleased to have missed out on some delicious meatiness. To add insult to lack of feasting, all the other dogs at camp got a special meal full of turkey, mashed potatoes and green beans, and Big Pupi and I got NONE OF IT!! The alpha humans at camp said something about "allergies," but I tuned them out. I just wasn't interested in human garble if they don't come bearing some bird in a bowl.

We got back from camp yesterday, and I had a hard time keeping my eyes open. Knowing that my big browns are my best feature, I fought them like crazy trying to oozle some skritches from the folks but it just wasn't working. I found a nice warm spot to nap and spent much of the evening sprawled out there. Good thing my nice warm spot was also exhausted from a day of traveling.

Any time I come back from camp, which is the Place of Free-Poobles and Weebles-As-You-Please-els, I have some issues getting my bum to cooperate and work with the house rules. Just this morning, in a span of about 15 minutes, I poobled in the hallway, weebled outside like Good Boy, poobled in the elevator and did a third round of poobles in the hallway again. Man. That bum of mine is made to run free and doesn't like the rules! He's a Naughty Boy. I want my folks to know that I am in no way responsible for the actions of my rear. It's got a mind of its own.

To make up for my absence, I prepared a little video for you that shows how different my dorky brother and I are when we play. Big Pupi is an Angel Boy and he entertains himself for hours by nibbling quietly on a stuffy. Me, on the other paw, I enjoy some good roughhousing and believe that Fun just doesn't happen unless there's someone else there to play with. This particular game of Footy Sock/Toy Tuggin' with dad is unusually tame for me. I like it better when I get pushed around and my folks get rough and wrastle with me. What can I say? I'm a beast and need to play as such.



Time to catch up with all my bloggin' buds.

Feast hard,
Stanislaw

Raw Food Diet, Day 295- Swizzle Butt

This weekend was kind of snoozely for us canines, so when we FINALLY got out for a run we were a little loopy. We ran a mile down to the bark park, and the combination of excitement from off-leash-ness with the cold wintry air put an extra snarzle in our bums. We went crazy! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!I ran myself so hard that I HAD to place my belly in a puddle of melted snow just to cool off. I just had my leg pits shaved so that cold water felt crazy good. A quick dip and I was back in action!

Pupi and mom played Fetch and for the first time ever I chased the ball and zoomed like a beast past my brother and got it! I even picked it up and Fetched it! I've NEVER done that before, and I will only pick up a tennis ball if it's broken. I must have really been feeling my Beasties this morning.

Sometimes I'd get distracted and drop the ball mid-Fetch, and Pupi would nab it and trot back to mom like he's the king of Fetch. No way! I was just busy working on my speediness and Olympic racing techniques.
We found one little patch of sun and zoomied about in it for a bit.
Big Pupi did Good Boy Fetch some more (like a total dork!) but sometimes he'd lose the ball when stopping to weeble on a tree. Usually he was pretty good though.
There was a pretty lady dog there and Pupi would prance about for her, showing off the tennis ball and his manly stride. She was less than amused.
I spent a lot of time snarfeling about, looking for that tasty rabbit feast I know lives outside of these gates. When I see him I scream as loud as I possibly can and ALL the other hunting dogs in the park join me at the gate for a good yowl and bunny watch.
It must have been too cold for that delicious nibblet to be out today.
We had a super awesome time. I got to play with a little 4-year old boy who was with his mom at the park. I LOVE kids! Especially little roughhousing male human pups. His face was at perfect Stanislaw-licking height and his gloves were super fun to tug on. Mom didn't get any photos because she was worried I'd knock him over. C'mon mom. It only happened once! And he laughed! Duh. I KNOW what I'm DOING!

We smiled the whole time at the park.
And after all that lunatic racing we started to slow down.
We got really slow. Heck... I was sitting.
Mom wrangled us together and we ran all the way home. When we got back dad was home for lunch!! Super awesomeness! I got to slobber all over dad's nice work pants and then I feasted hard on a post-running feast before flopping over to my side and snoozeling the afternoon away. After nappies I tried to learn how to write because I wanted to pencil another trip to the bark park in on the calendar for tomorrow. And the next day. And every day. That's a lot of writing.

Dang this dewclaw,
Stanislaw

Raw Food Diet, Day 293- Mom is on my Pooble List

So. My grandhuman came to visit me this week and I BARELY got to shed on her. I hardly had a moment to rub my stink all over her sweater! What's going on here?! I squeezed in some snug time but it was less than satisfactory. To add insult to complete boredom, I spend most of the time doing this:Ack! Dull! What gives??

My mom and my grandma spent most of their time out of the apartment, away from me, and they were shopping. My mom HATES shopping so why didn't she take me along for entertainment? I'm a fun guy! My dad wasn't invited to join them either so I think there was some sort of stinky secret women's club going on and us manly beastly men just weren't invited. Chicks are crazy. I just don't get them.

I managed to overhear my humans talking about some sort of wedding gown trunk show that my mom and grandma were attending. I have no interest in "gowns" - whatever they may be - but I would have LOVED to see the trunks. ELEPHANTS! My idols! They are the biggest beasts of all and I could have LEARNED something from them. But no! I was left behind. No trunks and elephant shows for this little man. Life is SO not fair.

As if it couldn't get any worse, my people returned after all this so-called "shopping" and they had NOTHING for me. No treats. No toys. Zip-o. Nothing. Why... they weren't shopping at all! They didn't even SMELL like the Place of Treats and Toys. Liars! Mom made up some silly story about buying a "gown" that won't arrive until March of next year. I have no concept of time so this means nothing to me. And "gowns" just don't sound tasty so this is of no interest to me either. These ladies have to get their acts together.

Did I mention that I was BATHED before grandhuman arrived? And for WHAT?? Grrrrrrrowl.

I think mom has earned herself an afternoon in Time Out. Bad human. Bad.

Disgruntled.
Stanislaw

Raw Food Diet, Day 290- On Preparing for My Guest

I found out just last night that my grandhuman is coming to visit! Can't you see my excitement?No really... I'm super pumped. It's been a year since I last slobbered on my grandhuman and I can't wait to do it again. I'm a bigger beast now and even better at it. We're talking full slobber coverage now! Sweetness. I hope she's ready!

To Prepare for grandhuman's arrival, Big Pupi and I made sure that the apartment was up to snuff and ready to impress. First I nibbled on dad's sock for a while, just to make sure it would be nice and soggy for when grandma arrived.
Then all that quality chewing made me sleepy and I tested out the sock as a snoozel snuggly - just in case grandma got lonely and needed something that stank of Stanislaw to sleep with. I'm very comforting like that.
Mom put on some Animal Planet (my favorite!) while she was cleaning to keep Pupi and me occupied. We really like the sounds that come from those shows. Pupi is especially obsessed with any and all kitty sounds. He'll bounce awake from the deepest of snoozels when he hears a one of those kitten/alien dogs and he looks for them like a mad man.

He helped prepare for grandma by ensuring that our home was free of feast-stealing cats. He checked behind the TV table~
And in the CD player (in the outside chance that a rare frisbee-kitty tried to hide)~
And assessed the status of the DVR cubby~
And between the wall and the TV~
Nope. No luck this time. Danggit!

After all that kitty hunting and sock preparation, Pupi and I decided that we needed to refuel and tried to move dad's dinner feast into our mouths with the power of the spaniel stare.
I learned on that night that the spaniel stare isn't all that powerful. Arg.

Mom said that there's still one more thing that we need to do before grandma arrives. She never said exactly what that is, but she promised that I'll find out as the day goes on. I hope it involves feasting! I did catch a glimpse of her taking out our grooming bag and preparing towels by the tub. And I saw that bottle of green goo that she rubs on my butt that makes me smell like fresh mountain breezes and morning dew. Major yuck-o. But seriously... even my dorky mom knows how important it is for me to stink like a beast, especially if grandhuman is in town! I mean, without my manly smell how will she ever recognize me?

So what else is there to do before she arrives?
I'll let you know once I find out.

Stanislaw the Man-islaw.

Raw Food Diet, Day 287- Going Nutty

Holy Feasting! Today mom had to go to a human vet to get some skin pricks before she's able to volunteer with my brother at hospitals. I got all depressed and upset that she was totally abandoning us and leaving us at home without any humans around for entertainment. Where were my people to provide me with feasts?!

Well, when she returned she pulled a jar full of some of the most delicious treats I have ever laid my tongue on. PEANUT BUTTER! I would trade all of my bully sticks for a spoonful of the good stuff. When that lid was popped and the fresh peanutty aroma of goodness reached my spaniel nostrils I lost all control and began to vibrate from schnozzle to bum.

IsThatForMe?!!?? I couldn't keep my thoughts straight. I saw a human feasting tool swirling about in that magical jar and when it appeared it was dripping with buttery feasts!My mom, (who is usually dorky but on rare occasions like this she is totally cool), took big globs and smooshed it into Pupi's and my treat balls. Pupi gets the Everlasting Fun Ball because he's a gentle jawed boy:
And his manly beastly brother (me!) got the mondo-sized kong for mega chewers.
After mom let us lick off the spoon which took a while and lots of nose licks because it's so sticky, and then it was fabulous peanutty tasting time! My eyes bulged from my face in pure delight.
My dorky brother, in his usual dainty way, gingerly lapped at his feast-filled treat ball.
I wonder if I could hunt down these peanut butter creatures outside and eat them! Do you think those tasty squirrels are responsible? I know they're up to something.... maybe it's making peanut butter!
Mom set out towels for us to lie on and play with our treats, but we just weren't having it. Big Pupi went straight to the carpet.
I zoomed to the sofa. Mom made me jump off while she put the towels on there and then I was allowed to resume my tasty snacking in comfort, which is how I should be allowed to eat all the time.
Aw man. It was SO GOOD! I refused to believe that the toys had been emptied and I kept digging at them for hours after the tastiness had been eaten. My tongue-polisher licked them both to a nice shine. Even then I kept looking for more. I couldn't stop myself! I'm starting to think that I need a program to help me with this new addiction. I've got peanut butter on the brain and just can't seem to shake it. I'm totally cool with 12 steps, as long as they each involve finding me some more peanut butter. I need to feast!



Big Pupi enjoyed his tastiness so much, he kept winking, and I lost complete control of my tail.

You guys have got to get yourself some of this! And I've got to get myself some more!!
Stanislaw

Raw Food Diet, Day 283- How to Hunt a Stuffy in 4 Easy Steps

STEP ONE

Act coy and uninterested around your victim. Smile a little. Wait for it to put its guard down.

STEP TWO
Employ a handy human to snag the stuffy. Humans are there for the sole purpose of playing with you.
Thrash the stuffy within an inch of its life.


STEP THREE
Growl intermittently. Let everyone knows who the Beast is in your house.
Leave no room for imposters.

STEP FOUR
Avoid Step Four.
Do not shove your victorious stuffy-filled face in places where it doesn't belong and doesn't fit.

I always forget Step Four.
Stanislaw