Since the boy is off again on another business trip, this month's meat delivery was all my responsibility, from picking it up to processing it.
The end result (and this isn't even all of it):
Someone, please remind me why I don't feed my dogs kibble. These dogs don't only get raw food, but all their food is from local, sustainable sources. They eat better than me!
After spending hours dealing with dog food, I went over to harleysmom's house for a delicious dinner, wine, and cake. Her dogs really dug me. It took me longer than it should have to realize that the reason they were so interested in me was because my shirt smelled meat-o-riffic.
Here's Charlie, a 12-year old lab harleysmom just adopted. He is a total love bug whose mannerisms remind me of what I imagine to be an old Vespa. Sniff.
How can you resist this smile?