Saturday, February 26, 2011
From Full Skirts to Disposing of Chicken Carcasses
It's definitely on my top 10 list of Simple Pleasures, neck in neck with flopping down in the pasture on a sunny day and having a cat search you out and rub all over your face. Oh, dear. I must not forget the delightful endeavor of chasing chickens back in their pen while swooshing my skirt from side to side with both hands. I don't know what it is about gathering up one's skirt and doing something purposeful that just pleasures me no end, but it does. Then there's dumping a potful of used-up chicken stew bones in our two Black Labs' bowl and hearing them crunch like mad while my chimes float notes of delicate beauty upon the air. Yes, I know you're not supposed to feed dogs chicken bones. However, I've seen our Cowboy and Spats kill and eat chickens feathers, innards, and bones, so I don't worry my pretty little head about that. Maybe that rule is intended for Chihuahuas. It certainly doesn't apply to our Labs. They inhale the bones, masticate like a commercial food disposer, and swallow. They don't give a fig about pausing to savor the nuances of flavor. Terribly businesslike in their attitude toward food, they must be the capitalists of dogdom.