Life In These United States

 

I have started cooking meals for the animals. This isn't a first time for me, but the first time was a period of extreme emotional duress for me. This time is just a time of need. 

My brother decided before I even moved here that manufactured dog food was poison for dogs. Please don't ask me to explain. He just did. Then my sister added an ever increasing list of vegetables and spices that dogs shouldn't have. Interestingly enough was that the list was almost identical to the list she doesn't care for. It didn't matter, the dog's diet got ever restricted. It had worked itself to balogna or peanut butter sandwiches. It was never my choice, until recently when came to a head. We had cooked porkchops on the grill (in the snow), and Bear attacked the plate coming in. He does not have either aggression or food insecurity issues, so this was a first for him. After a family counsel, it was decided that I can cook nutricious meals for him. My sister has decided that she can contribute a nutricious biscuit for a snack for him. It worked. He loves the meals, but the cats love it too. A good thing because cat food has disappeared off the shelves. 

So, I am taking walks, cooking for animals and watching a cat die under the dead tree in my living room. With all the sarcasm of a recalcitrant teen, Life is Good...