Now You See The Light...
Andrew recently suggested that we start making the dogs homemade food. In the past, we tried the raw diet, but it ended in a diarrhea and vomit fest so that was a no go. With Mia still needing to shed about 6 lbs and a plethora of other good reasons, we've decided to give this a shot. The dogs absolutely love it! Of course, it's horrifyingly disgusting to me to chop up beef liver. *lol* Apparently, I, despite being vegan, have a stronger stomach for this sort of thing than Andrew does. So we cook up the meat with veggies, rice, and coconut oil/flax and, voila, food! We do not make it everyday (the hassle!); we make a large batch at the beginning of the week and it'll last roughly a week or a bit more. The dogs are fed 2% - 3% of their body weight (or, in Mia's case, the body weight we're getting her down to) per day. We went to a local meat shop called Cantor's, which is out on Logan, and got 25 lbs of meat at a super cheap rate so making the food will end up being cheaper than buying kibble. Plus, as Andrew said, he feels it's a better option to know exactly what it is we're feeding our dogs and we can add variety with the veggies and meats. Oh, and the dogs go insane for it! My goodness. Romeo wasn't the biggest fan of kibble so he wolfs this down like it's nobody's business.
I'm hoping the problem with Poe's inappropriate urination has stopped. I scrubbed the hell out of his litter box area, and scrubbed his litter box, so hopefully that has made him happy.
The other night, I went to Folklorama - Russian pavilion - with my friend, Lesley. Lesley and I went to college together and while we don't see each other that often, I always have such a fun time with her. She's one of the funniest people I know in the most devious, clever ways. I wish I could bottle her up. So we're in line as Lesley wants some food. Now, I accept that at over 95% of the pavilions there will not be any vegan options. Anyway, she tells the lady what she wants and Russian lady responds (in thick Russian accent), "You no want borscht?" Lesley says no thanks, just this and that. Russian lady says, "You know which pavilion you are at? This Russian pavilion! You have borscht!" Lesley's like no, really, that's quite alright. *lol* This woman was fucking crazy for borscht! I told her I didn't want any either and she was looking PISSED! She said, "You ever try?" I said, "Yes," with my that-shit-is-nasty expression and turn to Lesley and say, "I'm German and Polish. What does she fucking think?" I'm pretty sure the punch I had was actually watered borscht.
I'm going to the India and possibly Cuba pavilion(s) on Sunday with Momsy and her friend so that will be nice. At India, at least I can have a veggie samosa. Yum!
I know I've recently ranted about socials. This guy that I haven't seen or talked to in years wanted to add me on Facebook. So fine. However, he then sends me an invite to his fucking social! Are you shitting me? Gah! I clicked decline and felt like writing a scathing message. Then to add to it, I get sent a message on Facebook that a friend of ours, who is getting married next month, has been asked by his fiancee's co-workers if he can think of any girls to invite to her surprise stagette. As he put it, he's "in scrounge mode" to get people to attend so, hey, could I go because "she would be really happy and surprised" to see me there? ...again, are you shitting me?!?! What the fuck is this?! For starters, I rarely ever speak to her and, thus, I never see her so I highly doubt she would be "really happy" about me being there - "surprised", sure, just as I would be if I was silly enough to go along with it. In fact, I've never considered her an actual friend. Also, we, as couples, never hang out anymore and haven't for yeeeeeears, nevermind that they couldn't be bothered to attend our housewarming party despite the fact they live down the street! The fact I got an invite to her bridal shower was actually quite infuriating (I was livid, to be honest), and now to be asked (via scrounging) to attend her stagette? The balls! I refrained myself and politely declined. When he messaged me about my lack of wit, I replied back with, "Sorry. Wedding things really aren't my scene." Bloody hell. I'm thinking about sending him a message stating that Andrew will be attending their wedding and the reception but I may only attend the ceremony, certainly not the reception.
I'm hoping the problem with Poe's inappropriate urination has stopped. I scrubbed the hell out of his litter box area, and scrubbed his litter box, so hopefully that has made him happy.
The other night, I went to Folklorama - Russian pavilion - with my friend, Lesley. Lesley and I went to college together and while we don't see each other that often, I always have such a fun time with her. She's one of the funniest people I know in the most devious, clever ways. I wish I could bottle her up. So we're in line as Lesley wants some food. Now, I accept that at over 95% of the pavilions there will not be any vegan options. Anyway, she tells the lady what she wants and Russian lady responds (in thick Russian accent), "You no want borscht?" Lesley says no thanks, just this and that. Russian lady says, "You know which pavilion you are at? This Russian pavilion! You have borscht!" Lesley's like no, really, that's quite alright. *lol* This woman was fucking crazy for borscht! I told her I didn't want any either and she was looking PISSED! She said, "You ever try?" I said, "Yes," with my that-shit-is-nasty expression and turn to Lesley and say, "I'm German and Polish. What does she fucking think?" I'm pretty sure the punch I had was actually watered borscht.
I'm going to the India and possibly Cuba pavilion(s) on Sunday with Momsy and her friend so that will be nice. At India, at least I can have a veggie samosa. Yum!
I know I've recently ranted about socials. This guy that I haven't seen or talked to in years wanted to add me on Facebook. So fine. However, he then sends me an invite to his fucking social! Are you shitting me? Gah! I clicked decline and felt like writing a scathing message. Then to add to it, I get sent a message on Facebook that a friend of ours, who is getting married next month, has been asked by his fiancee's co-workers if he can think of any girls to invite to her surprise stagette. As he put it, he's "in scrounge mode" to get people to attend so, hey, could I go because "she would be really happy and surprised" to see me there? ...again, are you shitting me?!?! What the fuck is this?! For starters, I rarely ever speak to her and, thus, I never see her so I highly doubt she would be "really happy" about me being there - "surprised", sure, just as I would be if I was silly enough to go along with it. In fact, I've never considered her an actual friend. Also, we, as couples, never hang out anymore and haven't for yeeeeeears, nevermind that they couldn't be bothered to attend our housewarming party despite the fact they live down the street! The fact I got an invite to her bridal shower was actually quite infuriating (I was livid, to be honest), and now to be asked (via scrounging) to attend her stagette? The balls! I refrained myself and politely declined. When he messaged me about my lack of wit, I replied back with, "Sorry. Wedding things really aren't my scene." Bloody hell. I'm thinking about sending him a message stating that Andrew will be attending their wedding and the reception but I may only attend the ceremony, certainly not the reception.