tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058446.post114508442627089507..comments2024-03-28T18:21:28.264+11:00Comments on What I cooked last night.: Feeding Mr Blake.paul kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17237328574655467680noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058446.post-1145229859031285732006-04-17T09:24:00.000+10:002006-04-17T09:24:00.000+10:00They can handle chicken bones just fine, Dr Alice,...They can handle chicken bones just fine, Dr Alice, although it is said that cooked bones can be a problem as they can splinter. I've never had trouble either way. <BR/><BR/>We follow (loosely) the amusingly-acronymed BARF diet (Bones and Raw Food), the theory of which proposes that the diet simulates what dogs ate in the wild.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058446.post-1145213327434943022006-04-17T04:48:00.000+10:002006-04-17T04:48:00.000+10:00You mentioned chicken frames and sardines; aren't ...You mentioned chicken frames and sardines; aren't the bones a problem?Dr. Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04776830530694403715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058446.post-1145150185211045842006-04-16T11:16:00.000+10:002006-04-16T11:16:00.000+10:00Jo, they take up remarkably little space relative ...Jo, they take up remarkably little space relative to their size. Nor are they boisterous; they pad around the house like royalty. Well, they are royalty, they were companion dogs to the Pharaohs and only in recent years have they been cast as money-spinners for those after a fast buck. (And everyone should have a cheese drawer!)<BR/><BR/>Kimbofo, my dad was always telling us to 'keep our eyes Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058446.post-1145133291993954152006-04-16T06:34:00.000+10:002006-04-16T06:34:00.000+10:00Heh, my first thought when I saw the title of this...Heh, my first thought when I saw the title of this post was "Entertaining Mr Sloane" by Joe Orton. I am sure Mr Blake will be much less stressful around the house.Dr. Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04776830530694403715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058446.post-1145115776761563982006-04-16T01:42:00.000+10:002006-04-16T01:42:00.000+10:00I read this and immediately assumed that Mr Blake ...I read this and immediately assumed that Mr Blake was a snake - aka Joey Blake!kimbofohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01160466897342054963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058446.post-1145103752236513802006-04-15T22:22:00.000+10:002006-04-15T22:22:00.000+10:00I just LOVE greyhounds. I keep trying to talk hus...I just LOVE greyhounds. I keep trying to talk husband into letting me adopt a retired racer. He keeps telling me they are too large. I keep telling him that they are so used to living in cages that they sleep curled in a tiny little ball. They are so calm, so sweet and so loving. I can't understand why everyone wouldn't want one.<BR/>I once had a friend who worked at the track. She used to Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com