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Nancy lives as the caretaker for and at the mercy of four, soon to be five, retired racing greyhounds in Sometimes Sunny South Carolina.

This is their story...


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Wednesday, April 13, 2005
 
Raise your hand if you know the name Marlon Perkins? Mutual of Omaha...insurance or trips to the African bush? Good...you'll understand then, when I say my yard has become Wild Kingdom of late.

We've switched Hunk and Profile to a raw diet. Hunky started first on an elimination diet to see if he was allergic to grains. For a week, the tortured pup had nothing but ground chicken or turkey (raw) and chicken wings and leg quarters (also raw). I love my boy but he is not the sharpest crayon in the pencil box. He wants the kibble. (insert sigh here)

Anyway...you saw the picture of the first night of raw feeding, when Hunky buried his chicken in the red mud over the septic tank. Someone on GreyTalk commented that he'd done that for added flavor...(insert disgusted look here)

He's gotten the hang of it I think, though he tends to leave some of his dinner for Profile to finish. I don't mind that so much...he eats what he wants, and he could stand to go on a diet, truth be told.

Hunky enjoying his dinner al fresco...

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Hunk and Profile sharing a picnic...

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And Profile, wondering why Mommy doesn't love him enough to get the skinless leg quarters...

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Am I a sick person because I now love the crunching sound they make when they eat the leg quarters?

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