We’re a little bit more unorthodox than others that I’ve met. We eat some pretty specialized diets, half of us kids are homeschooled and our ideas of outings often involve walking around a graveyard for a couple of hours.
I certainly wouldn’t trade most all of this for anything, I love the wild uncertain flying of it all, of not being entirely sure what things are going to interest us next and what I’ll learn from it all.
But there is something that I would very much appreciate not being a repeat experience, and it involves the prepping of dog food.
Along with the humans in this house, we make sure that all of our wanted pets eat a healthy type of meal. The guinea pigs get lots of fresh vegetables, the cats eat fish as often as we can give it to them, and the dogs eat home chopped vegetables and raw meat with rice. I, being the lucky eldest of us gets to be the one who chops up the food and prepares it for them.
I thought that beef tripe and extraordinary bloody liver was bad enough, but the other night, we got a different kind of meat to give them because it was on sale. Given the type of meat it was, I’m not surprised. I can say that I don’t ever want to chop it again.
So for any teenagers who read this blog, if you exist at all and the people looking at it aren’t just spambots, you should be glad that your parents don’t make you chop up raw intestines from unspecified animals. Because it is disgusting.
This has been my soapboxing for the day.