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Home cooked meals for doggies ...

Fuck me I've been listening to the BBC again - I know I shouldn't cos it's a wind-up every time.

Some nonce has just been on saying ready made dog food is BAD - and we doggies need GOOD food that is home-cooked.

They then proceeded to test their home cooked recipes on some poor unsuspecting mutts. First off was something that contained Turkey, Quinoa and Kale that had been blow dried.

What the fuck is Quinoa? or Keenwah as the bloke pronounced it. Bollocks to that.

My doggy needs are simple: -

1. Meat.
2. Gravy.
3. Peas ... I fuckin' love peas.

That's it. Of course if I'm out and about in the park I'm not averse to a spot of 'al fresco' dining.

I don't mind the odd bit of foraging either; like that bloke Hugh Fearnley Whatsinstore.

A choice bit of manure or horse d'oeuvres as I like to call it. Follow that up by some cool, long, grass in a bird crap coulis - it goes down a treat. Of course it might come out a bit runny at the other end - but hey that's not my problem is it?

Woof .

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