Delilah Defeated

July 9, 2013 By Jodi

Last week Sampson had to go to the vet to have his lump checked. Typically we bring both dogs. We always joke it’s for moral support, but truthfully we hate leaving one home while the other one goes out.

Hubby couldn’t go with us, or meet us there so I had no choice. I had to leave Delilah home.

Alone.

This may come as a surprise to you, but Delilah can get a little pissy if you come home and leave right away. People will tell you that dogs don’t do things out of spite.

To that I say, you haven’t met Delilah.

I decided it would just be easier to crate her, but I wanted to make sure she had a nice treat to make her stay in the crate a bit more comfortable.

Sampson’s appointment was at 4:40, so we had to leave the house about 4:20 I showed Delilah the treat and she jumped happily beside me as we made our way to the crate.

We were gone about an hour and twenty minutes. When she came out of the crate she dropped the treat and some goodies fell out.

WHAT?

This is the dog that eats her frozen bone, then takes Sampson’s and cleans it up.

What was this magic treat?

A five-layer Kong.

Here’s what I did. I took a large Kong and put about a tablespoon of canned pumpkin in the bottom making sure to seal the small hole. I stuck that in the freezer the night before.

The next morning I added a layer of pineapple chunks, then a layer of Vanana yogurt, a layer of wild blueberries and I topped it off with another layer of pumpkin. I put it in the freezer, for about 8 to 9 hours.

It looks like caviar but trust me, it’s blueberries. Who the hell can afford caviar?

It’s a simple recipe, but it kept the Destroyer busy for over an hour.

Have you found any treats that really occupy your dog? Do you have a Destroyer at home?

This is Tasty Tuesday hosted by Kol’s Notes and Sugar the Golden Retriever.

Marrow Bones From Jones All Natural Chews

May 28, 2013 By Jodi

While I was at BlogPaws I stopped by the Jones Natural Chews booth to meet my friend Flea.

The folks at Jones were one of the sponsors of BlogPaws so naturally I left the booth with a couple of treats for Sampson and Delilah.

Imagine my surprise on Saturday when I was handed a bag with a variety of Jones treats to take home with me.

One of the treats I was excited about were these marrow bones.

I figured once they got all the marrow out, I had another set of bones to pack with pumpkin.

Back story: We’d left my mother and niece in charge of the dogs, for 36 hours. Thirty-six. A day and a half.

All they had to do was to feed the dogs two meals, Saturday dinner and Sunday breakfast. The meals were meticulously prepared and placed in plastic baggies in the refrigerator, and labeled, Sampson dinner, Delilah dinner. You get the picture, right?

Hubby spent 25 minutes explaining to my niece the additional supplements each dog required. (This was I think, the flaw in the plan.)

For those of you playing along at home here are the key points: 36 hours, 2 dogs, 4 meals.

Despite the instructions and the prepared food, the labeled baggies AND the fact that my mother has fed the dogs many times herself, somehow, incredibly Frick and Frack managed to feed the dogs three days worth of chicken necks for Sunday breakfast.

This equates to about 2 1/2 pounds. EACH. Of chicken necks. In one meal.

Which I did not realize until after I’d fed them their dinner, when I went in the fridge to get their second course and noticed the individual baggies which I questioned Hubby about.

Hubby was furious and I have to admit I wasn’t too happy either.

I called my niece who was supposed to be in charge, but she had no explanation.

If I’d known about this before I fed them dinner, I wouldn’t have fed them.

Of course, Sampson and Delilah couldn’t understand why they didn’t get a snack on Sunday night.

Monday morning I held back on a full breakfast and called the vet, who recommended they get no more bones for a couple of days and suggested there might be a bit of straining as they tried to pass all that bone. She advised straight meat and veggies for a couple of days.

Dogs on raw diet usually have a harder, more compact stool, so I watched and waited, waited and watched. Finally on Wednesday there was no more bone in their stool.

Still we held off on the marrow bones, until Saturday night, and let me tell you, the dogs were excited to get them.

Nom, nom, nom, what’d you make me wait for?