How would the boys fare in the wild? It's a question I mull over regularly. Not well is the answer- especially if they didn't have canned food and a can opener. The lads I fear are very domesticated. Last week I gave them what I thought was an incredibly tasty treat - raw duck livers and hearts. Knowing what wimps they are I even chopped them up a little to make them easier to eat - bite-sized portions. Rufus rejected them completely. Rooney dragged them around the floor creating a bloody "kill zone" that looked like lions had dragged an antelope inside the house. OK, I thought maybe if I cooked them they boys would find them more to their liking? Into the microwave they went. Rufus turned his nose up at the cooked pate. Rooney chased it around the floor again.
This behaviour would lead to starvation in the wild. They'd catch dinner and play with it instead of eating it. Fancy Feast it is then,
boys. The good thing is if I keel over from a heart attack the boys won't eat me - they'll just remove my liver and kick it around the living room floor. xxx dad
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ahaha- inferior creatures. My dogs would've eaten those tidbits in a FLASH! (even Sweetpea, the mini daschund!)
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