We started off slowly when we first switched to raw.  I really wasn’t quite sure if I would be able to handle the price or the food itself.

For about the first year the dogs got ground raw food for dinner, while we kept them on a grain-free good quality kibble for breakfast.  After that first year or so, we went full in raw.  The dogs got ground meat for dinner and turkey necks for breakfast.

After a while I noticed those turkey necks were getting bigger and bigger.  I started to wonder if I wasn’t feeding them ostrich necks they were so big.  When it got to the point that Hubby had to chop them smaller and wanted to use a hammer against my good Santoku knife, I said enough.  We’re switching to chicken necks.

I buy enough food to last a little over three weeks, which means the 40 pound box of necks needs to be broken up to smaller more manageable bags.  I used to do this is my bathtub but have found the kitchen sink is easier.

Anyway about the third or fourth time I bought the box of necks, Sandy said, “Oh I forgot to tell you, sometimes you’ll get a head in there, still attached to the neck.”

SAY WHAT?

You’ve got to be kidding?  What do you do?

“Just close your eyes and feed it to them.”

NO THANK YOU.

Sure enough the very day she tells me about this I get a neck with the head still attached.  I sit in the bathroom on the side of the tub screaming like a girl, “Ohmygodthere’saheadattached, there’s a head attached, bring the scissors, BRING THE SCISSORS!!!”   EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Hubby came in laughing and cut the head off.

Well that was many moons ago, many, many boxes of necks and a number of necks with heads attached.

I no longer squeal like a child when I find one, I usually just cut the head off and go about my business.

And no, I still can’t feed the head to my dogs.  Come on you guys, there’s eyeballs and brains not to mention that sharp little beak.

My point is the heads are all removed before they go into the smaller packages.

Until they aren’t.

On my typical morning I get up, go out to the kitchen, measure out the dog’s necks and set them to warm up in some tepid water.  Then I go and get ready for work.

Since I have a dog who doesn’t typically chew HER food, once the necks have warmed up I cut them into smaller chunks.

The other day while I was doing this I noticed that one end of one of the necks was quite large and I thought, what the heck is wrong with this?  Then I realized there was still a head attached.

Not really what I want to deal with at 7:00 am, but it has to be done.  Using the scissors I start snipping just below the head.

And that’s when it happened.

Whatever I was snipping was making the beak move, it kept opening and closing it’s mouth, like it was talking.

 

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It was like a train wreck. You know it’s happening and you know it’s going to be bad, but you just can’t look away.  I did say a quick prayer of thanks that I never did acid growing up, because that flashback could have put me in the hospital.

When I related the story to Hubby later he gave a deep laugh and asked, “Did you get a video?”

No!  And I didn’t feed it to the dogs either.

I’ll eat the chicken head, really I will.  It sounds tasty.

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