was in the kitchen one evening around dinner time……..not
mine but the dogs, when the Dearest One came sauntering
in and announced the following:
“You are to make me a cup of tea with all haste”
“I am going to feed the dogs now”
struggled correlating ‘me making a cup of tea’
with the all powerful one feeding the dogs. I could not
work out how the two were combined…………however,
the one thing that was not to be argued with or questioned
was that the mighty one had spoken and commanded.
so it was to be…………tea for her
greatness and dinner for the dogs.
the kettle mercilessly tortured the water inside until
it gave up any hope and boiled, and in between times I
had delicately placed a tea bag in the mighty one’s
4 litre tea mug (no sugar) and watched intently as she
went about the dog feeding session.
Spins, 2 Springers and Viz in a pear tree……….
that’s 10 bowls to prepare. Now this should be interesting
dogs, until then reasonably calm, and upon hearing the
rattle of their bowls were of course now on high alert
and as usual were very excited.
You would think they were half starved to death and had
just seen the UNICEF truck in the distance bringing in
God, it was chaos
poured the water into the mug (4 litres takes a bit of
time) and continued my observations. It then occurred
to me that not all the dogs would get the same and that
some sort of process now ensued to ensure each dog got
the right food. Then of course it was a case of putting
a bowl down to the dog in question without another one
leaping into the bowl to devour it before it hit the ground.
added the correct 27.5 centilitres of milk to the tea
to whiten it within a shade of the color chart I had been
provided with indicating a ‘good mug of tea’.
up” I proudly announced
it on the top, I’m feeding the dogs”
set in. Now I would be accused of letting her tea go cold…………oh
well, life’s a female dog I guess!!!!!!!
continued to watch the frenzy of dog feeding.
The mightiest mighty one took all 10 bowls and went to
the dog food storage area, where she proceeded to place
certain amounts in measure of a dog biscuit thing stuff
into each bowl.
To do this she used a plastic cup already supplied.
full’s for the Spins only adjusting for the pup,
and the remainder?
The old Springer Max was I learned, on a diet –
he got 4 of these biscuit things in his bowl
The younger Springer – Max!! got 5
The Viz got 27
enquired why the younger Springer got one more biscuit
than the old Springer? “Because anymore and he acts
like he’s on steroids and bounces all over the place”
why has the Viz got 27 then”? I further enquired,
“well when he goes out he imagines he’s a
JCB so he needs lots of energy to excavate with”
old Max will die if you don’t give him more than
4 of those biscuits” “they’re only the
size of a 5 pence piece” “You’ll get
reported for cruelty” I said
mightiest mighty one glared at me……….
look at him she said, when he lays down you could mistake
him for a small walrus with fur” “and when
he walks those legs only just meet the ground his body
is so big”
“Anything other than level ground and he would rock
himself to sleep trying to move again”
“He looks like a four legged caterpillar”
right”, I had to admit.
Max is – well, he’s old. He reminds me of
an old man sat in a chair with pipe and slippers and the
Daily Telegraph. Only gets up and about when he has to,
he’s been there and done it, now he just enjoys
the time to relax and reflect.
now back to the serious stuff……
in the kitchen the dog’s bowls were arranged on
the kitchen top in order of seating where the dogs ate.
all know their place” the mightiest mighty one explained
watched as various amounts of additional supplementary
food was added and mixed in with the biscuits. Every day
different, pilchards, lamb, rabbit, beef and so on. Each
bowl carefully being prepared.
a while they were ready and of course so were the dogs,
except old Max? He knew what was coming – or rather
so the feeding frenzy began, and I could not believe my
eyes. Each dog settled into or very near its feeding position
in relation to where the bowl would be placed. Routine…..
Then as the bowls got placed the frenzied attack into
them began…..after a minute or two there was calm.
Until that is one of them finished and then another. There
then took place a rather curious set of events where each
finishing dog went on the trail around the place to see
if those still eating had ‘dropped’ a morsel
or two. The silence then being interrupted by small growls
and moans and a sort of “Buggar off” type
of growl as the marauders went searching.
Not all the dogs of course can be sitting in the same
room, the pup is isolated for now for obvious reasons.
couple of the Spins eat separately because they eat slowly
and therefore are vulnerable to their bowls being raided
when their heads were turned. We don’t have food
aggression as this was trained out of them at an early
age, it has to be otherwise chaos ensues.
with them all fed and the mightiest mighty one now in
the front room on the couch, feet up, and sipping a warm
bucket of tea whilst flicking through 38,239 channels
on the idiot box (TV) all is calm.
the mightiest mighty one bellowed at me through the walls
the dogs out after they have eaten and follow them with
the pooper scooper”
your greatness” “I can’t possibly follow
10 dogs all at once and hover round them waiting for them
to stoop can I”?
go out with them and get up what you can and where you
bloody hell, I thought watching all 10 dogs disperse all
over the place……..the first one was easy to
was on the bottom of my boot!!!!
came back to the house around 10pm just as the light was
going…….it had been a long evening in the
hunt for the elusive poo. I had met with some success
but I do admit that some of it was potentially a day or
two old. I couldn’t find all the more recent droppings……..
I went inside to the living room and proudly presented
the pooper scooper to she that must be obeyed. I was well
pleased with myself……..
!@#$%^&* idiot, get that out of here” (Censored)
look scariest one” “I have succeeded in improving
the land and scooped where no man has scooped before.
I have had an environmental impact to the positive…..”
“Yes but it’s to the negative in here you
lunatic” “Now #$%&&%* away and dispose
of it in the appropriate place” (Reworded for everyone’s
so off I trotted to dispose of my fine hunting trophies……..
following day I had reflected on the feeding process and
decided that I would ask the fabulous one if I could feed
now, I have no idea what possessed me to ask such a stupid
thing!! But she said “Yes of course you can”
know what you’re thinking……….!!!!!!
evening around dinner time I took possession of the 10
bowls. I was then briefed by the mightiest mighty one
on each bowls contents and who has what.
seconds later, I had forgotten……….
this was not going to be as easy as I thought and was
now regretting that I had asked if I could feed the dogs.
now, even I needed the pooper scooper!!!!
took the 10 bowls – easy
to the food room and placed 4 biscuits in a bowl, 5 in
another, 27 in another and cup full of each in 6 others
with the puppy getting the puppy stuff (I don’t
know what it’s called – it’s just puppy
was also easy
back through 10 excited and of course, near to death from
starvation dogs was another issue. I got there……but
I couldn’t remember how the fabulous one had took
that walk without injury to herself or a dog or without
dropping a bowl or two.
I am resilient and made it to the next stage – but
that was not so easy
here’s where it went just slightly awry!!!! Just
see, I couldn’t remember who had what and in what
JJ has this much, Kallie that much and this gets a pilchard
and that gets the lamb cooked in a red wine sauce with
cranberry juice gravy…….no sorry – forget
that last bit
on bowl 8 I was out of ideas and had also lost the plot
as to whose bowl was whose
gave up and felt with the knowledge I had it all looked
very fair. The bowls went down without too much trouble
as the Sea of Dogs parted easily for me to put the bowls
down for them.
Max thought it was Christmas – and the following
day rocked himself to sleep after trying to get up from
Max didn’t so much run round the following day as
run, jump, spring and generally charge about like one
those Duracell rabbits – all I had to do was wait
for his batteries to run out
Viz? Well he dug his way into the adjacent field and came
back that night with his front leg muscles the size of
marrows…….but he looked well pleased himself
pup? Fed like a big dog. Acted like one as well afterwards
and when her batteries had finally ran out she slept and
rested for 3 days afterwards
6 ‘other’ Spins, have formally signed a petition
to the Dearest One asking that I feed them twice a day
Banker? In hiding at a safe house and looking to be re-homed
– I haven’t eaten for 3 days as I dare not
go back to the house until, or unless the maddest one
calms down (or I get re-homed)
Incidentally, I am house trained and can make a cup of
tea. I am clean and tidy and can do various odd jobs.
Good with animals!!!!!! (That’s what got me in this
mess) oh yes – and I will require feeding on a daily
basis!! But not out of a bowl……..
dog food thing is actually very interesting??
varieties, the manufacturers, tins, bags, treat packets……….the
list is endless. Some of it ludicrously expensive, some
of it more sensible
have Farmers Co-ops near to us and they sell all sorts
as well for all dog types……
We bought a working dog mix – once – because
our dogs have the luxury of plenty of room to run around.
But the working mix only achieved one thing?? It gave
each of them a turbocharger set on high boost………they
never ran out of energy and if they didn’t burn
it off then it turned to fat………Where’s
a balance is required.
into the mix that some feeds don’t suit the dogs
too rich, some too unattractive to their nose and taste
too boring they just don’t bother with it
too good to be true and can’t get enough of it
that gives them the runs – and we’re not talking
round the fields runs either
some that is just right
used to think and indeed was told once (or twice) that
a dog would eat anything? Well it doesn’t –
and some dogs are actually fussy about what they eat
a dog is used to a constant sharing of human food and
its own then anything below that standard it picks at
use occasional moments to give them left-overs, or if
we’ve made too much gravy we share that in their
bowls. But we do not deliberately over ingredient our
meals to give the remainder to them.
will cook rice of course for them along with chicken –
especially if we have one with a sensitive stomach or
has been off its food – that combination is ideal
for us as well!!! It’s a great and virtually harmless
builder if you’ve been poorly!!! Honestly………
of course you’ve learned nothing from this particular
guide to feeding your Spinone, and why is that you may
we’re all different and so are our dogs, we all
have differing tastes and so do they.
of course not all the dogs are worked in the same way…….
do work as they and nature intended
are pets and show dogs
some are pets with a lot of room to play and go on long
food is down to taste and how the dog is perceived in
the family circle
Alfie, who is Freya’s brother out of our litter
went to a working family where his skills, will over time,
be honed to HPR – just as nature intended. But his
diet will of course vary as to his working week and indeed
a real treat for a dog in that situation is a nice cooked
rabbit (Obviously skin it and gut it first – then
boil it and allow to simmer, at this point add two oxo
cubes and cook until the meat is cooked through) serve
to Alfie with a few biscuits to help digestion and break
up the meat when he chews.
Once he’s had a taste of that little lot, he will
pick up empty cartridge shells, put them in the waste
bag you have with you. Then he will not just point and
flush that rabbit for you afterwards, but measure the
wind direction, give advice on the lead you need for a
clean kill and further he will also flush the pigeon in
the tree near you towards your direction for that nice
overhead shot, with the second barrel!!
also a potentially easy watch and pick up for him afterwards.
and dog working in harmony. Priceless
However, just recently his owners had other ideas about
his diet and he was allowed?? (not) to eat the ‘wind
fall’ pears from the pear tree in their garden.
I heard about this I smiled a wide smile?
eat the ‘wind fall’ apples out of our garden…….until
it hits the stomach – then it is rejected and comes
out the rear exhaust and is deposited nicely on the grass.
the second thing is the potential fermentation –
and of course the affect on the dog.
my imagination ran wild with dogs running round in a reasonably
inebriated state, the thought that Alfie might have done
the same amused me a lot………but he’s
so young!!!! And we all were once!!! – remember
just for the couple who have Alfie, I offer this warning!!!
wasn’t the apple on the tree that caused the trouble,
it was the pair underneath”!!!
that’s it for now and we’ll be back soon………….Bon