Here's a letter from my pen pal Miss Diva in Penticton;
Dear JJ,Well Diva, its like this. My raw food diet is served to me by my monkey. I've tried the raw diet you describe but I get yelled at and scolded. As I'm so praise oriented I've given up on that version of the diet. Although I do backslide very fast when I think no one is watching ~: ~: ~:
I have heard that you are now on a raw diet, but I am confused. You say that your diet comes from the freezer and this I really don’t understand. I am on a form of raw diet myself, my pack lady calls it the “Scavenger Diet”. I’ve heard her muttering about the unfortunate “end result” of my diet that sometimes makes her go looking for paper towels and rubber gloves. Everything I eat is fresh off the ground, well, except for the dead quail, and the fruit I pick off the fruit trees. None of it is frozen, unless you count the mousescicle I found yesterday morning when the ground was frozen. So what’s with this freezer thing? Is this an urban dog attribute, or something?
From, Diva the Confused.
Hi. My name is JJ and I've been a recovering scavenger-a-holic for 27 hours.
I've told him what I like and don't like using the "spread it around the bowl method" vs. the "no evidence I was ever fed". My monkey can't leave all the food out or I'd eat it all as fast as possible (so the theory stands, and I would definitely be up for some scientific testing of that theory. Mostly to confirm it). So he puts it in a special storage area for my food called "the freezer". From what I can understand, the freezer is to food what your bed is to socks, underwear and other fragrant collectibles.
I could go for the mousescicle if I found one. Although, I do prefer the dead mouse balloons you find in the summer, the ones that are ready to burst if you roll on them enough!
Later!
JJ
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