Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
MY GOAT IS HERE!
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Since my raw meat order for this month is now a week late in arriving at my door, I'm really starting to get stressed out. Last night I was in my crate and I had a bad dream. I dreamed that the meat man was driving down the street, when all of a sudden, the back of his truck busted open and my goat escaped, running throughout the city. My goat was so fast, I couldn't catch him. He ran to the land of the uncatchable rabbits never to be feasted upon again.
My super favorite toy, the singing Christmas Tree Mouse Toy, didn't come from the magical computer store. It came from my grandma human instead. Boy oh boy. That toy is just the greatest. I love it so much I couldn't bring myself to completely detach the right ear like I do with all my other toys. I left it only partly severed. He is just so special to me -- I will even sometimes take him out for our potty walks so he can get some fresh air. He sings to me when I thrash him and his little tree decorations light up. I make sure to give him at least 5 good thrashings after breakfast each morning, and I know my humans just LOVE to hear him sing his song over and over and over. The battery never dies! It's so great!!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Big Pupi's response to all these emails from fellow raw-feasters regarding your anger at the fact that we ate cooked eggs and grains:
I know grains are a big no-no for most raw feeders, but our theory is 'everything in moderation.' A little organic brown rice pasta for 2 skinny boys after a workout isn't going to be the end of the world... as long as our tummies can stand up to it. We haven't eaten grains in so long that a few mouthfuls every now and again should be a-ok. But right now my tummy is full, my muscles are tired, and this sofa is mighty comfy. I'm off to meaty dreamland.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
My day started out with what I thought was a nice walk around downtown with my mom and my brother. I was trying to heal like a good boy but couldn't help lunging at a few tasty pigeons along the way. Little did I know that my mommy was taking me to the parking garage where she keeps the horrible thing she calls a car. My brother loves to ride in it, but it makes me want to puke. I don't even need to be in the car - as soon as I see it I start to salivate and foam at the mouth. I dug my paws into the ground but mommy picked me up and buckled me into the back seat. I could feel the vomit rise in my throat.
For some reason we didn't go anywhere before she took us back out of the car and found a nice man in the garage office to put big thick black and red wires and metal bits on her car's insides that gave it life. I hate that man! After that she strapped us into the back seat again and we were on our way. I didn't know where, but I was upset anyway.
We went on a highway and down some bumpy roads as I drooled and slimed all over the back seat. Then, the car suddenly got really quiet and mommy just barely got it to the side of the road. We all sat in that terrible vehicle for an HOUR before another man came with wires, only he couldn't being the car back to life. I was celebrating the defeat of my enemy by screaming from the back seat for the entire 2 hours that the strange man was messing with the car's insides. But no! He replaced something in the guts and it roared and moved again! I had just about had it at that point, so as we were pulling into the vet's parking lot I threw up the entire contents of my stomach all over the back seat. That's what that yucky car deserves!
My human kept thanking the vet for allowing us to come even though we were hours late. (That's why vets are so stinky!) I was an emotional mess at this point and when I got taken in the back to get my blood drawn I "expressed my anal glands" all over the vet tech and then had terrible projectile diarrhea all over the man. I was also covered in puke and poo so then they BATHED ME!!! Can you believe it?! I HATE the vet!
After all this, and to add insult to injury, my mommy put me back in the car and drove down bumpy, nauseating roads all the way home. Then she had the nerve to make me heal and walk like a nice boy from the parking garage back to our apartment. And now... I've arrived home 5 hours late and my meat still hasn't arrived!!
Today is the worst day ever, and now I'm begging for dinner (my tummy is empty!!) and mommy isn't tending to my every beck and call.
Not at all pleased,
Just a quick little note:
Monday, April 21, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Last night while my mommy was grooming my brother, I decided to help myself to her delicious smelling bottle of clipper oil. I snuck away and curled up with it on the sofa. After chewing the cap to bits the bottle overflowed with some tasty greasy stuff and I lapped it up while it poured all over the couch cushions. It's too bad I can't read, because the bottle says this:My humans snatched that bottle out of my oily, slimy jowls and called my doctor. He said to keep an eye on me and watch for vomiting and lethargy. My mom stayed up with me all night which meant that I didn't get much sleep, but I did get lots of attention so that was awesome. However, she was kind of annoying when she kept baby-wipe-ing my rear because the oil was leaking out all over me. I finally drifted off to sleep until 4:37am when I felt what I thought was an earthquake in my bum, but it turned out to be an actual earthquake.
This morning I got out of bed stinking like the oil and my poo escaped like greased lightening. I then feasted on a nice chicken leg quarter and kept hearing something about taking another bath. I just had one yesterday. NO!
Look out chicas,
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Today was the first nice day in Chicago, so I hit the dog park in my new gear. Check me out:
I also designed a tasty new dog shirt and am in the process of making a whole raw feasting line of gear for pups and their humans. Check out my new squirrel shirt which is available here.
There will be more items and designs soon!
Big Pupi always likes a good poop joke:
The Sprinkle Brigade has shown me the power of my own creative output! With a tag like "just leave it. we got it." and a blog of their very own, I can't help but get a gut feeling that these guys are sharing my artistic vision. However, my humans are always quick with a poop bag, and while out for my morning and evening constitutionals they thwart my every attempt at leaving my mark on the art world. But these guys have got my back. Their work is really something to behold... (but only if you have a good sense of humor!)
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
I wasn't feeling that well today so I decided to take it easy and watch some Animal Planet on my couch. All of a sudden, my bum started making weird noises and it was kind of scaring me. I've been trying this new thing to let my humans know when I have a potty emergency. I jump up on the window and cry to be let outside. Luckily, today it worked and I was able to get out and relieve myself on the pavement. The reason I was sick was because I ate a Dentabone. Even though Dentabones are delicious, they aren't raw. Anything I eat that's not raw makes my tummy hurt now. That's okay though because my humans have these tasty dried raw lamb lung treats for snacking on between meals. Anyway, I'm glad I got that Dentabone out of my system. Now I feel better and can go back to causing trouble and harassing my humans.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Last night I was at my spot on the couch resting and watching some Animal Planet. I had a full belly of raw turkey necks and I started thinking back to summer 2007 when my humans adopted me. I had just been arrested by the dog catcher for peeing on private property. At first I was kicking myself for letting "the man" catch me, but once I was taken to the shelter I was happy to get some kibble. At the time, I'd been staying alive by licking Mexican take-out containers I found in the garbage. Soon the Cocker Spaniel Rescue Group came and got me from the shelter. Good thing because I heard that dogs don't get to stay in the shelter too long, if you know what I mean. So, I went to the rescue and they gave me some more kibble and a shave. Once all my fur came off, I soon realized that I was one dangerously skinny, starving boy.
Home is where the feasting is,
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
As I wait patiently for my raw chicken feet to arrive from the meat co-op, I wanted to let my readers know about my feelings regarding pigeons. I've been hunting birds my whole life, and I have to say that pigeons are some lazy, fat cluckers. If my dad ever let me off my leash, I swear I could kill about 40 of those wobbly trash-eaters in about 2 minutes. Not that eating trash is bad, but pigeons shouldn't mess with getting too close to me if they want to keep their wings. In fact, one morning I was doing my business outside when all of a sudden 10 of those pudgy scavengers swarmed over me. Naturally, I bit at them wildly and got one in the face. His buddies saw what had happened and high-tailed it out of there. My dad wouldn't let me finish the dirty fowl off, but I think the bird got the message. If any pigeons are reading this, I just want to let you know that I will bite your face off.
brother's tasty bits:
We're down to our last scraps of meats as our humans try to get enough meals together to make it until we get our co-op order. That's supposed to come in about a week and a half from now, and I can't wait! We've got all sorts of delicious new things on the way and Stanislaw and I are never shy about digging into some new grub.
For the first time ever we're going to try some chicken feet. These little guys make great snacks and are natural sources of glucosamine and chondroitin, so our humans figured that they'd be great after our runs. Plus they're very inexpensive. My mom thinks they're pretty gross so we'll see how often we're given our feasting feet.
Next up on the new food menu is beef heart. Once again my mom gets a bit squeamish about these meats looking a little too much like a biology lesson, so she ordered the heart ground. Heart is supposed to be a great source of protein (it's fed like a non-bone meat source) and it's packed with tourine which is essential for cats and dogs with seizures, like my raw-feasting friend Henry. I just think it looks tasty, and it'll add some variety to our meat meals.
One food that I'm especially excited for is our order of whiting. I LOVE my fishies, but I've never eaten any raw before. (It's important to note here that some types of salmon and other fish that swim upstream to breed can be infected with an organism that causes Salmon Poisoning Disease in dogs. These fish can be eaten but should only be served once cooked or canned.) Because mercury is a concern, our humans are careful about our fish intake, but whiting are listed by the NRDC as one of the safest fish to eat with regards to mercury content. They can be given whole and I plan to crunch right through those bones and make a big mess of myself. My mom is planning our first fish feasting on a day when we can be bathed right after. The fish I'm looking forward to. The bath... not so much.
Also on our order list is some ground duck which will be a first for us, goat (Stanley's favorite), lamb, mutton, pork and tripe. We've even stocked up on some of our beloved femur bones for some tasty marrow and good recreational bone-chewing. These co-op groups are great, because they really broaden our menu and let us try all sorts of new and drool-inducing meats. Speaking of drool-worthy feasts...
Our friend Henry and his dog brother might be getting some eyes to eat! I'm thinking that they'd be like candy gobstoppers for dogs, and I'm totally into it. My mom, however, is totally not. Chicken feet were a big step for her, and I don't think she has the good taste to find us some eyeballs. Oh well. I guess I'll just have to live my eyeball-feasting vicariously through Mr. Henry. But in the mean time, I'm sure I'll be pretty distracted by all the other deliciousness coming my way.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Sometimes I'm out marking my territory and dogs come up to me and they're all like, "Stanislaw, why does you breath smell like raw chicken liver?" And I'm like, "First of all, this is my territory and second of all I feast on raw chicken livers with yogurt on the top all day, dog." Then they're like, "How do we get our humans to feed us cow stomach and raw goat and such?" And I'm all like, "Check out my blog, dude. It's about educating the human folk on the health benefits of eating raw meat and such. Once you convince your people that eating in the raw makes you healthy and whatnot, it's like seriously raw feasting all day. Your bum smells whack, by the way." And then they tell me, "But I have no thumbs, Stanislaw. I can't access the World Wide Web of information" and I'm like, "Whoa, lucky I still have my dew claws, man".
brother on the cousins:
I have cousin dogs that make a perfect foursome with my brother and me. They're owned by my mom's parents and are also a duo of rescued black and black & white cocker spaniels. I guess you could say my humans are copycats since my cousins were around first... but I'm not complaining. My girl-cousin is named Paisley, and my boy-cousin is called Jake.
After hearing and reading all about the great results my brother and I have had on the raw diet, Jake and Paisley begged their humans to give it a try. And lucky for them... just a few days ago they took their first bites of raw deliciousness. Their humans decided to go the route of pre-made foods, and picked up some Nature's Variety chicken and beef medallions from their local pet store. Well, to my utter shock and surprise, they were extremely hesitant during their first feast! They weren't sure what to do and weren't too interested. This is about when I started to question their dogginess. Are they part cat? Perhaps chicken? Once they sniffed and pondered their meal, they finally began to eat. Paisley has learned to love the new food, but Jake is still a bit confused but chows down nonetheless.
Because they're on a pre-made diet that already includes veggies, fruit, kelp, oil and other supplements, their humans are only giving them yogurt and enzymes in addition to their food. They had a really easy start with their new diet, and didn't suffer any tummy upsets or "detox" effects like my brother and I did... until their dad decided to stop adding enzymes in their meals. Boy did he learn his lesson! The house was taken over by... shall I say... a "blue cloud" that chased them out of each room of the house. Enzymes went back in and the gas disappeared. I hope they continue to have such an easy transition.
It's just the start of their new diet, but already their humans can see a bit more energy in my cousins. They've decided to stock up on the raw stuff, and pick up a few chicken wings and some ground meat to try some bone-crunching feasts as well. I can't wait to hear how that goes! I remember my first wing like it was yesterday. I'm sure they'll enjoy it as much as I did, and I'll make sure to post all about that big event.
Happy feasting Jake and Paisley!
Monday, April 7, 2008
all about my Lilly:
It's been a couple of days since the mini-Miss Lilly worries hit home. I couldn't be happier to say that she's doing great! She finished off her antibiotics like a champ, and her mom switched her to a much better food. The crystals are gone as is the concern for a bladder stone. She was on Science Diet before (ew!) and now she's scarfing down Innova dry food for itty bitty dogs. It's too bad that there aren't very many dry food options for little dogs out there, as the kibbles are usually way too big for their mini mouths and teeny teeth. But, Lilly's mom read all of the ingredients and found Innova to be the best for my little lady, and since she has made a big improvement. She even picked out all of her SD nuggets and threw them all over the floor, and would only eat the new food! I always knew my girlfriend had good taste. I know she has good taste in men.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Eating raw bones has really helped clean my teeth. This is great because now my brother and I won't have to go to the vet to get our teeth cleaned. Even though my mom made it a point to brush our teeth with delicious peanut butter toothpaste before we started eating raw, tartar was still building up on our back teeth. My brother's teeth were turning yellow. Check out how they look now after chewing on bones for the last few months.
a message from a limping brother:
I went on a wonderful "fast hunt" with my mom and my crazy brother last Thursday. Because my brother and I run and pull so hard my humans have a special contraption that they use to make their job a little easier. It's called the FreeLeash. It's an elastic waist band with a metal clip in back (if you buy it, make sure it's got the metal buckle, not the plastic one), a pouch on the side for poop bags, keys and other things, and a carabiner-connected bungee cord leash that hooks onto a collar or harness. This keeps their hands free and makes our pulling much easier to deal with. My mom and I have been running together with this thing for years. I get so excited when I see it!
I'm a very good boy on runs. I take my running very seriously and sprint my little heart out the entire way. Because I run in front of my humans instead of alongside them, I have learned to follow directional commands which makes our days out go very smoothly. Strangers always laugh at us because I look like a miniature sled dog after one too many sips of espresso, but I'll use any opportunity to show off my muscles and manliness. I have plenty of both.
Well, I say that I'm a little angel on runs. And I usually am. Until I see a squirrel. I can't help myself around those TREE LOBSTERS!! I begin to pull as hard as my little body will let me, and I scream and squeal and cause a scene. My adrenaline gets pumping and I think of how tasty one of those little varmints would be, and how great it would feel to actually catch one -- after years of being mocked by those little tree huggers. I MUST have one! I tend to get a little overzealous at times like these, as was the case on our last run. I wound up pulling against my leash and treading in place on some gravel. It only lasted a few seconds before my mom moved us along but it was enough to cut one of my pads. My mom didn't notice until later that night after I had a good chew on my foot and started limping. She snatched me onto the sofa and put some slimy stuff on my toe and wrapped me in these annoying bandages.
All I do is try to get them off. This toe needs a good nibble! And to add insult to injury, she won't take me out for another fast hunt until it's healed. I'm stuck inside knowing that those squirrels got their way, and their plan to keep me hostage in my own home worked! I will eat you some day squirrels. I WILL!!
Thursday, April 3, 2008
People always ask me, 'Stanislaw, does eating raw meat make you act crazy?' Well, I'll give you the short answer: Yes. I'm a wild beast and when I taste goat blood I go into a growling feasting rage to protect my kill from scavengers (like my brother) as I devour it. Post feast I run around barking like the predator that I am, starting fights with my brother and thrashing toys. I guess eating raw meat doesn't make me more aggressive, it's just that I can't contain my excitement. I just love raw cow stomach, dude. I'd never think of biting a human or anything, but I will rip the tail off an ox.Stanley
Hello from brother:
Mom's home! I'm a major momma's boy, while my brother worships our dad. I take it especially hard when mom leaves for a time. I even had an accident in the bedroom... and I NEVER have accidents. Any time I get upset my tummy gets funny. I guess I'm just a sensitive little guy. First thing she did when she got home was take us out to mark our territory and then prepare our feast. We ate our last serving of the prepared food last night and this morning we got to chow down on some delicious rabbit. I missed crunching those bones while she was away! We did just fine on the prepared food -- no changes whatsoever. So if we wind up having to stay at camp again, we can just be fed our premade feasts and our humans don't have to worry. That being said, I'm trying to ensure that we will never have to go to camp and that my humans will never leave us again. I packed myself in the suitcase! I really surprise myself sometimes with how smart I can be. Quite the problem-solver. As long as I'm napping in the travel bag, I'll get to go along, and they'll never be the wiser about it. They'll just open their suitcase at the destination and I'll pop out and surprise them! And they'll be so happy. I am such a thoughtful boy.
Today has been a great day. Along with the rabbit feasting, we went for a run and then came home and snacked on some turkey burger patty, a raw egg, and some yogurt. My brother and I get especially excited when mom opens a new container of yogurt because there's always cream at the top... and that is SO TASTY! Stanley gets so excited about the cream that he winds up wearing most of it. I'm exhausted now but dad just got home and I have to go celebrate his arrival with a good toy thrashing and some serious stretching to show off my muscles. I am one happy boy.