Sunday was Thanksgiving Day for us Canadians, eh?
And this year, having a freezer and a large stockpot and a big enough roaster and E.g.’s parents to help eat, we bought a turkey.
I was about to cook the giblets when I remembered James Viscosi’s blog entry last year about giving raw turkey necks to their dogs. And, hey, their dogs are all alive and kicking, so why not try it with my own pupsters?
I broke the turkey neck in half, and called the furchildren outside to the patio. “Sit.”
Wow, a sit in one go.
Standing on the patio, Cai began to chew his piece of turkey neck. Fergus took his to the grass.
“Don’t do that, Fergus, it’ll get dirty. C’mere.” I set Fergus’s turkey neck on the patio.
Fergus moved it to the grass.
Cai stood on the patio, chewing.
Fergus moved his turkey neck to another spot on the grass.
Fergus rolled on his turkey neck.
Fergus made bizarre little puppy yips.
I was flabbergasted. Fergus is the big eater, and finishes his meals before you can pronounce the second b in “kibble”. But here he was, unsure of what to do with the first piece of raw meat ever given him.
Suddenly, a light went on in Fergus’s brain. This wasn’t a toy, it was food! Even better, it was his food! He rocketed all over the yard with his precious Thanksgiving treat, yipping, rolling, thoroughly coating the neck in his secret blend of seven soils and crispy leaf bits. Cai, having finished his meat, followed Fergus around, delicately sniffing each spot where the turkey neck had lain.
Here are some pictures. Enjoy!