I come from a background of no dogs in the kitchen and never, ever feeding them human food. I just barely loosened my grip on my husband when the Front Dogs came back and he started a tradition of sharing the last bits of his meal with them. My rule was that he could only feed them after he was done eating.
How things have changed.
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Some of you were surprised giving the dogs Jello in this post.
I just happened to be eating it and said what the hell!
Before I ended up in the hospital, I was struggling to eat. I mean I could barely swallow baby bites of food. Eating became a difficult but necessary chore. While I tried to gag down my lunch with the Front Dogs at my feet, I began feeding them part of my sandwich. One bite for me, one for them. And suddenly eating became a fun game and took the edge of feeling forced. Not only did I enjoy the company, but I was able to enjoy my meal as well.
Now that I’ve been home and my medication is working, I’m having no trouble eating again, but I’ve continued to share my food with the dogs. See, I’m a nervous Nelly and tend to eat rather quickly, but splitting my meal with the dogs, helps me to eat slower and really savor the flavor. I’ve also noticed that I’m eating more veggies, because I want the dogs to eat healthy. I find when I get an attack of the munchies, I’m reaching for carrots and a pair of dogs to share them with. :) I am also eating less as I’m paying attention to the dogs instead of how much I can shove in.
I know this would cross a line with some and that’s OK, but it helped me through a difficult couple of months and it was fun. I was able to teach the dogs some manners, sharing between the two of them, how to eat off a spoon and how to only take a bite off my sandwich. I don’t do it for every meal, which also teaches them patience, but I do save a bite for the end or will share a snack with one of the pairs. And no matter what, dinner time is Daddy time. He will actually fixed a small plate for the Front Dogs of anything that is part of his meal. Even if he has to eat a piece of bread to give them a bite of something. :)
This is the kind of freedom I’m living as part of my life and enjoying ten fold by throwing away what are very rusty rules to me. I’ve had to battle my way through what I believed I could do and what I can do and how it works for this family. It isn’t just a saying that the dogs are our family. With a little give and take we continue to heal and grow into what we believe our family should be and there’s nothing like experiencing this journey with all the furry love to take us there. :)