Friday, January 14, 2011
Insomnia
Clearing out some of my thoughts so I can get some sleep already.
First and foremost, I have to say this again because I find it quite indicative of the human race; what they say, what they actually do. “Write whatever you want, we’ll keep coming.” Lying sacks of shit. Very few have been here long term, regardless of what is written here. People sure do talk a lot but far too many of them never back up a thing they say. I love it when I hear people say, “I’m about to go off” or “I’m about to do something about this” or “I’m about to kick that guy’s ass”. Blah, blah. No. You are not. I always wait for the person to actually do what they say they are going to do but, shockingly, (sarcasm), they never do. They just talk “tough”. Basically? Most people are pansy ass bitches.
Second, when I was writing that ad below, I started to wonder where, exactly, did they get the number 12.8 million people. Are these 12.8 who have been arrested and/or sought treatment in the past? Are these sweeping estimates? Because I’m pretty sure the people in my neighborhood are not counted in that 12.8 million seeing as these idiots don’t think they have a problem. “Marijuana’s not a drug”, they say. Uh, actually, yes it is a drug. But they think that because it’s not heroin or cocaine, it doesn’t count. Tell that to my spine. Tell that to my Godmother. Or, hey, take a good long look at yourself, drug addicts and see how stupid you are, you can’t remember a damn thing 5 seconds after it happens and what entertains you is unbelievably juvenile.
Examples: A co-worker of mine who budgets his pot, (meaning, he pays for pot first, struggles to pay the bills second), can go to look at the time, walk out and completely forget what time it was. He’ll go back in and look, walk back out and forget again. He’ll do it a third time and may or may not remember what he just saw. One of the cooks where I work cannot remember shit for longer than 10 seconds. If you tell him, “I’d like some scrambled eggs and bacon please”, you may or may not get scrambled eggs and bacon. You might just end up with a breakfast sandwich instead IF he even remembers to make your food because as soon as you put in your order and walk out of the kitchen area, he completely forgets you were even there. But hey! It’s not a drug and gee, Serenity, don’t you know that pot is good for you?
Moving on. As you know, I feed my pets raw. With the cats, they’ve transitioned very well and I pretty much threw them in to it full hog, so to speak, after I got them all onboard. With the dogs, I had to take it a little slower, had to start them with mainly chicken and a lot of bone while they transitioned. Then I slowly added in other proteins and eventually organs, all the while, keeping the bone amount up. Eventually you cut down on the bone and feed about 80% meat. We are pretty much to that point, at long last. But, sometimes, after doing something so long one way, a person can forget to take in to consideration how much bone the dog already had this week.
So I have made a few mistakes here and there but I’m getting a system down and after doing much math and calculations and shopping for containers to prepare all in advance with an occasional whole chicken available, “just in case” there are any problems, things are coming together. Plus, I realized I don’t need as much meat as I thought. Basically, I had to buy a scale, I had to do my calculations and I realized I was over feeding. See, with raw, they don’t get that much food and it’s hard to break that mind frame that they aren’t getting enough. Well, they are because each dog is actually a teensy bit overweight. So, I have cut the amount down from what I thought they were supposed to get, (90 pounds of meat per month for all animals), to what they are actually supposed to get, (57 pounds of meat per month for all animals not including bone and organ), and am saving a LOT more money now that it’s all clicking and coming together. In time, I may not even have to weigh, (I can’t tell what 3 ounces, (cats), or 8 ounces, (Sakari), feels like by hand....yet), or cut things up before hand to put in containers so that I can just pull the food out and feed it to them like t.v. dinners. (Although I may keep doing that because prepping every thing once a month is a lot easier.)
ANYWAY, so, about a week or so ago, I was feeding the hoodlums some pork. I hadn’t gotten all my containers yet so I was just cutting off of a “picnic” uh....gigantic hunk of meat, (I think it’s the shoulder), and decided to just cut it all off and put in containers because this picnic thing includes skin and a ball joint that makes life a miserable chore so just get it all done at once, freeze some and be done with this damn picnic shoulder once and for all.
I fed the dogs their portion of the pork, fed the cats theirs and was putting the rest, after weighing, in to containers for the cats for the next month’s worth of food for the days I give them pork. I finally, (FINALLY), got done and was left with a lot of skin, (which I give tiny portions to the animals and throw the rest away), and the huge ball joint shoulder bone thingie. I decided to separate the ball joint bone shoulder thingie. After some struggling, (Hey, I am NOT a butcher, I’m learning), I got the bone apart in to two separate pieces.
I then had the brilliant thought, “Let me give one of each to the dogs, it will keep them busy for hours.”
But I thought that because I am stupid sometimes.
What I THOUGHT was going to happen was that I would give each a bone in their crates and they would chomp away happily, slobbering over this bone for a few hours so I could have some peace and get other things done. I figured it would take them a few days to get through each bone.
What actually happened is that they are so used to bones and so good at deconstructing them, they both went through this gigantic bone, (each), in about 15 minutes.
Huh. Ok. So much for something to chew on for hours. (I have yet to find anything they cannot destroy....even Kongs.)
The next day, I’m walking Shasta hoodlum and he did his business a couple of times. Ok, now we can walk. We are walking on the street because I want to a) help trim the nails b) have him learn to walk on leash properly and c) just have some bonding time with me which I don’t really get with off leash at this point.
We walk by my nosiest most gossipy neighbors and Shasta has to go again. So, we hop over to some grass and he starts to go. But then he starts whining and crying. “Concerned” neighbors ask if he’s ok, what’s going on, etc. I told them he was having a little bit of pain, a bit too much bone and next thing I know, the “authority” on dogs, the worst person for me when it comes to training my dogs, out here yells from his pick up window as he’s driving by, “QUIT FEEDING YOUR DOGS CHICKEN BONES!” He then gets out of his truck and joins the nosy, gossipy neighbors, (as he does every night to smoke pot and get drunk...again), and goes on and on about the perils of feeding your dogs chicken bones.
I simply said, “Ok, whatever. I don’t tell you what to feed your dog, don’t tell me what to feed mine. Let me know when you have a clue what you’re talking about and we’ll discuss. Blah, blah, whatever.”
Because, kids, everyone wants to blame it all on chicken bones. The raw chicken bones will kill my dogs! You’re not supposed to feed chicken bones to animals! You’ll kill them! They’ll choke to death!
If the bones are cooked, yep, that’s a big possibility. But when they are uncooked, they are soft and easy peasy for them to digest.
Also, they hadn’t had chicken in a few days so it wasn’t the damn chicken bone, asshole!
It was bone, it was my fault but it wasn’t because raw feeding is bad. It was because I didn’t expect them to plow through that huge shoulder pork bone monstrosity. So yes, they did have too much bone but it’s not “chicken bones are causing this to happen to your dog”, it’s not even, “bone is causing this to happen to your dog” as a regular statement it was, “I miscalculated my dogs and their chomping abilities”.
I gave them 100% meat the next two days and then on the third day gave them a little bit of chicken bone and OMG! They are JUST fine!
These people are idiots. I know that we have been brainwashed by the pet food industry and vets, (they are vets, they are not nutritionists and whatever they are taught in school is usually sponsored by some pet food company, there’s no bias there at all! No! None!), because I thought all the same things before BUT, what makes me different than these twits is that if I had a neighbor tell me he was going to feed his dogs raw and why, before I opened my fucking pie hole, I would research what the person was doing. I’d LEARN something instead of repeating the same, tired, bullshit I’ve been fed.
Every single person who is against me feeding raw tells me I’m going to kill my dogs and it’s mainly because of the chicken bones. (Parasistes and bacteria are a close second....which is laughable.)
I’ve been feeding them this way since September. Every single person, even the idiots, will say, when I take my dogs out, how beautiful they are, what good looking dogs they are and they don’t just mean because Sakari is cute as shit, they mean and have said, “My God, their fur is so shiny. They look so healthy.” It is only at this point that I’ll say, “That’s from the raw diet.” I don’t talk about it unless someone asks, (or attacks), or they talk about how good looking the hoodlums are. You feed what you want, I’ll feed what I want. I don’t think you should feed them commercial pet food, perhaps you don’t think I should feed raw. I can give you my reasons, with factual evidence, why I think you shouldn’t feed commercial, can you give me reasons, with factual evidence why not to feed raw? If so, let’s sit down and have ourselves a lively debate. But to regurgitate the crap you’ve been spoon fed, out at me through a truck window as you pass by because I made one small error, (and it was small....literally), shows me that you’re an idiot and you’re going to get the same disrespect back.
One day, I’m going to take them for a walk in front of nosy, gossipy neighbors, when they’re all gathered around to smoke pot and get drunk and I’m going to make the dog sit, near there, in view. I’m then going to whip out a fucking chicken bone and let them watch the dogs chomp once, twice, three times, GULP. I will then watch as they freak out. Then I’ll walk off. And they’ll see, as the days, weeks and months go by, that NO, a fucking raw chicken bone is not going to kill my dogs. Insipid twats.
Finally...the bitch and grumpy fuck are up to something at work. I’m not the only one who is picking up on it. We’ve been down this road before, we each have our own signals we pick up on and yesterday we were all, (6 of us), talking about how they are up to something. We don’t know what it is, but something is coming. Do these fucks ever get tired of being assholes? Who the hell sits around on their off time and comes up with ways to fuck other people over? Something is coming....this is ridiculous and frankly, it doesn’t even make me mad, it just makes me say, “Oh for God’s sake, now the fuck what?” laced with a bit of apathy. It’s boring. It’s tired. Give me a fucking break. I wish they would let me boss here for a week. Just one week. I’d have this place cleaned up in no time and the workers would be much, much happier.
Then again, who cares about us, we’re just “dead bodies” who drive boats. We’re not people.
