Now that I am moving more into vegetarianism, gluten-free, and possibly even vegan, I get a puppy who is a carnivore. Stella (the puppy) is chewing her way through my life – claiming the extra hour of sleep I need in the morning, the downtime I require to rest from the juggling of work and parenthood, and yesterday, a pair of brown leggings were added to her list. <\/p>\n
A friend recommended nutria strips to give her something to chew on. The pet shop down the street recommended pig ears, which gross me out. Although I was visiting Dr. Bob’s shop the other day to pick up a donation for Waldorf’s silent auction and he fed his Catahoula a pork bone. I turned my nose up and he said, “She’s Jewish, but still eats pork.” Ugh. But after trying everything to get Stella to chew on a toy rather than me and my harmony, I relented and got her a pig’s ear, which has kept her satisfied (for the most part). <\/p>\n
I was having dinner with a friend last night and he suggested a bully stick – a bull’s penis – because that is what his dogs have liked. It’s all a great conspiracy to turn me more fully into a vegetarian – I’m sure of this. <\/p>\n
Meanwhile, today this friend is bringing me a pen and a smaller more portable crate, so that I can start taking control of my life and Stella’s schedule. She has begun to dominate even the smallest part of my day – I found myself having my coffee on the cold kitchen floor – it was then I knew that I needed to remind myself there is me <\/em>and her, me and her<\/em>. And me<\/em> has needs too. Great needs that are not being met!<\/p>\n
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