Yesterday, I went grocery shopping and thought I would be frugal and make my own dog liver treats. I bought a big package of beef liver and came home. I thought I was sooo clever as I mixed the liver with some garlic, whole wheat flower, cornmeal and eggs in the blender.
And you should have seen the smug look on my face as Puck took his first taste of the fluffy brownie-like creations. He loves them. I've never seen him react to anything like that. The kids were clamouring to get a taste. I did a little "ew" and then reminded myself that they were all human food ingredients, so they each had a taste and agreed that they were pretty good. I rarely get this kind of overwhelming approval of things that I cook. I had Puck's undivided attention from then on.
Last night it started. The gas. The dog gas that won't stop. Usually if he starts to fart, it is a sign that he needs to be let out to do his business. But now it is constant. This garlicky dog fart smell that follows me along with the dog. Now I'm a big garlic lover, but this is turning me off of one of my favourite flavours.
Note to self. Buy the dog bland old milk-bones from now on.