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Either you love 'em or you hate 'em. Or in the case of Fred West - both. Tell us your ankle-biter stories.
( , Thu 17 Apr 2008, 15:10)
Either you love 'em or you hate 'em. Or in the case of Fred West - both. Tell us your ankle-biter stories.
( , Thu 17 Apr 2008, 15:10)
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When we were younger, about 20 years younger, dog food was made from recovered meat and bone meal. With a heavy emphasis on bone meal. Ground up bones.
The only reason any predator eats bones is for the goodness in the marrow. Bones, or bone meal, is indigestible to pretty much anything. That's why the police find skeletons - nothing can eat the bastards.
So feeding a dog food which was about 50% bone meal, meant that most dog crap was about %80 bone meal. When it dried, it went all hard and white...
But if you know of my dog poem, and can sing it, I'd love to know where you came across it. I wrote it in about '72, in an English class, and I don't have a clue as how/if it escaped into the wild.
Cheers
( , Fri 18 Apr 2008, 17:10, Reply)
When we were younger, about 20 years younger, dog food was made from recovered meat and bone meal. With a heavy emphasis on bone meal. Ground up bones.
The only reason any predator eats bones is for the goodness in the marrow. Bones, or bone meal, is indigestible to pretty much anything. That's why the police find skeletons - nothing can eat the bastards.
So feeding a dog food which was about 50% bone meal, meant that most dog crap was about %80 bone meal. When it dried, it went all hard and white...
But if you know of my dog poem, and can sing it, I'd love to know where you came across it. I wrote it in about '72, in an English class, and I don't have a clue as how/if it escaped into the wild.
Cheers
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