In our laundry we have a spare small fridge and a freezer, the fridge is where we keep all the dog meat before we feed it.
I buy Buster his food myself, I freeze it, I cut it up, I defrost it, everything. I also work usually 5 nights a week.
I recently switched Buster to completley raw, before that he was about about 1/3 dry, 1/3 raw 1/3 cooked.
I go to work first night, tell mum not to feed him, I'll do it when I get home. I get home at 9, she says she couldn't not feed him, he was so excited.
Okay, so I start putting his food in conatiners in the fridge, hell, I even bought my own containers so I didn't have to inconveniance her by using the house ones.
Get home next night, she's fed him chicked frames till he is too full to eat anymore. Omg he is a desexed, male cattle dog, the last thing he needs is to be eating till he's full. I don't care how much we have to feed Mac and Sophie to keep weight on them, Buster is a decent weight because he doesn't always get to eat till he's stuffed. I'm glad he's not a guts or anything it just annnoyed me.
Meanwhile, the food I have spent time cutting up and dividing up, labelling and putting in the fridge sits there preparing to go off. All she has to do is chuck it in his bowl.
So she eventually starts doign that, yay.
I went to get Buster's food the other night, I had the night off so I hadn't got any ready. I knew I had a big bag of wings in the fridge I'd chucked in to defrost about 5 days ago and they should be right now. They would have fed him for about 4 days. I go looking for it... nope. No wings. I ask mum about it and it turns out she's fed it all to the other three. Which just annoys the crap out of me, first time I've seen wings at our butcher so I boguth them with my money, hormone free all the good stuff and now their gone.
All I have left is some frozen necks that I have to risk half cooking in the microwave so he can eat.
Then I'm told that I should label his food so she can tell it form his.
Um.. .his is in black plastic bags.
Now last night she walks into my room, tells me the laundry stinks and today I have to go and clean out the freezer and fridge of whatever smells in there. Which, basically led to a fight because it was only last week that I froze all the off stuff in there that she hadn't fed yet to wait for the garbage man and got in and scrubbed 0ut the fridge as it tends to end up with blood on the bottom from leaking meat.
I told her I'd do it anyway but don't blame me because its not my meat, mine is either frozen of raw for a day or 2 before it gets fed.
I just went in to sort it out, I don't have any meat unfrozen for today because I'm going to buy more soon, but she has about 5kg of chicken carcasses jammed in the door that all smell bad.
I'm done, I'm not touching them.
Its just been annoyign me for a while now, its just liek one thing after another. Maybe only small things but they're really getting on my nerves now.
/end rant.
I buy Buster his food myself, I freeze it, I cut it up, I defrost it, everything. I also work usually 5 nights a week.
I recently switched Buster to completley raw, before that he was about about 1/3 dry, 1/3 raw 1/3 cooked.
I go to work first night, tell mum not to feed him, I'll do it when I get home. I get home at 9, she says she couldn't not feed him, he was so excited.
Okay, so I start putting his food in conatiners in the fridge, hell, I even bought my own containers so I didn't have to inconveniance her by using the house ones.
Get home next night, she's fed him chicked frames till he is too full to eat anymore. Omg he is a desexed, male cattle dog, the last thing he needs is to be eating till he's full. I don't care how much we have to feed Mac and Sophie to keep weight on them, Buster is a decent weight because he doesn't always get to eat till he's stuffed. I'm glad he's not a guts or anything it just annnoyed me.
Meanwhile, the food I have spent time cutting up and dividing up, labelling and putting in the fridge sits there preparing to go off. All she has to do is chuck it in his bowl.
So she eventually starts doign that, yay.
I went to get Buster's food the other night, I had the night off so I hadn't got any ready. I knew I had a big bag of wings in the fridge I'd chucked in to defrost about 5 days ago and they should be right now. They would have fed him for about 4 days. I go looking for it... nope. No wings. I ask mum about it and it turns out she's fed it all to the other three. Which just annoys the crap out of me, first time I've seen wings at our butcher so I boguth them with my money, hormone free all the good stuff and now their gone.
All I have left is some frozen necks that I have to risk half cooking in the microwave so he can eat.
Then I'm told that I should label his food so she can tell it form his.
Um.. .his is in black plastic bags.
Now last night she walks into my room, tells me the laundry stinks and today I have to go and clean out the freezer and fridge of whatever smells in there. Which, basically led to a fight because it was only last week that I froze all the off stuff in there that she hadn't fed yet to wait for the garbage man and got in and scrubbed 0ut the fridge as it tends to end up with blood on the bottom from leaking meat.
I told her I'd do it anyway but don't blame me because its not my meat, mine is either frozen of raw for a day or 2 before it gets fed.
I just went in to sort it out, I don't have any meat unfrozen for today because I'm going to buy more soon, but she has about 5kg of chicken carcasses jammed in the door that all smell bad.
I'm done, I'm not touching them.
Its just been annoyign me for a while now, its just liek one thing after another. Maybe only small things but they're really getting on my nerves now.
/end rant.
