Question by _Kay_: What to feed my dog using a human prepared diet?
First off I don’t want to hear about how commercial foods are best, because I a) their not, and b) My vet recommended me to “cook” for my dog because of her condition. Sides I don’t mind it at all, especially after we’ve been working to keep her healthy after a infection scare that almost killed her.
Ok back to the question; does anyone out there have some good recipes for a dog that has an enlarged heart and high pancreas enzymes (vet believes this was caused by the previous commercial food, I was feeding her, was to high in fat). My vet says I need to make sure she has low fat foods like chicken and turkey, or extra lean beef or lamb. I just have no clue how to make them interesting to my pooch. She loves boiled potatoes, and “chicken balls”(boiled lean chicken formed into a ball), but everything else she turns her nose (I’m guessing I either don’t have the texture right, or it doesn’t smell exciting). So any recipes? Also what foods to avoid, I know grapes, raisins, onion, and chocolate are bad, are there any others? and what about garlic?
Thanks for the help, my fussy puppy will appreciate it
Best answer:
Answer by nicole! peanut butter, chicken, and just plain brown rice. our dogs love these things.
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Question by misspoem: how many rooms do u have?
Four Rooms in the Heart
In my heart I have four rooms
They told me to stay alive
I need four rooms.
Once I tried to have a look
But the key of my heart’s lock
Is gone and lost
I looked
For the key, in my bag
But there is no key but
A pen, and a book.
In a faraway restaurant I met him
I once met him!
For the first time I saw his face
On his eyes, to look and gaze.
He asked me what to drink
“Coffee” and the sugar is none
Gently gave me a book
It is the book he has done.
I had a look
My hand passed quickly the papers
And the words
Were all swords!!
Then I closed the book
That smooth cover
At the end of the book
Was blue as the sea
And his picture was smiling to me
I said:
“Nice design!”
“The jasmine shadow at the bottom
Gives the paper a beautiful smell
And the waves of the sea. . .”
He interrupted me and said: “Ah I see!!”
As if my note was silly and of a kid
And he moved quickly his head
He asked me: “what do you think about the topic?”
“Ah” I said. . . The topic?
“A Hundred Ways to Be Fit.”
The title I read
“. . . Yes, it is great
Many people need to be fit!!
And they find no ways!!!
To be healthy and fit”
He looked to me . . .
And as if million days
Were lost
I again said, I tried to correct the days:
“it’s great, they may become fit
After they read your book
They may be fit”
I had to reopen the book
to say something about “cook”
My eyes at the first page looked!
At its top
In a black ink he wrote:
“I dedicate this copy of my book to you”
I wondered!
In his car there are ten copies
Do they…
Hold the same words and dedication
To his manager, secretary, friends and me?
Who am I between all of those?
His voice,
Waked me up and I
Smiled to him and said:
“Thank you
For inviting me,
For the no-sugar coffee
For the, book!”
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My coffee in haste
I drank
And felt the better taste
And left
My perfume smell!
Although his books was not of poetry
Although it was about how to be fit!
I read all of it!!
That night
I looked between the lines
About my name
But all the lines were the same!
No trace to me
Or even to him
One of the lines says
“It is healthy to be fit!!!”
But I am fit
Why did he me give the book!
To look
At his picture smiling!
To whom is it smiling?
Why I his book took?
In one of the pages he said:
“To stay alive, you need to be fit”
Other page
Says:
“God created four rooms in our hearts!”
I could complete to the end,
“to stay alive,
You need to be fit”
“Coffee is bad for your heart..”
He invited me to a cup of coffee,
Sure he meant a cup of juice!
It is me who asked for coffee
A no-sugar-cup of coffee!
I remembered he had coffee too
Even he knows coffee is bad
For his heart it is bad.
I met him
Even I know it is bad,
Meeting him is bad
For my heart it is bad
Since I drank coffee
Since his cigarettes’ smoke I smelled
And him I saw
Which are all bad
To my heart,
Seeing him,
As coffee to him
Is so bad!
I found the key now
I can have a look
I can check. .
The four rooms in my heart
Yes they are all there.
i appreciate it really thatnks guys
Best answer:
Answer by Terry T Nice poem your a great writer… read the poem 3 times and got different meanings each time but i do understand the overall meaning i like the stay alive you need to be fit part and saying cigarettes smoke was bad…..i think i need to read it again….
if its not to much to ask i just started writing poems could you check out mine http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;…
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Question by misspoem: a long beautiful poem? is it?
Four Rooms in the Heart
In my heart I have four rooms
They told me to stay alive
I need four rooms.
Once I tried to have a look
But the key of my heart’s lock
Is gone and lost
I looked
For the key, in my bag
But there is no key but
A pen, and a book.
In a faraway restaurant I met him
I once met him!
For the first time I saw his face
On his eyes, to look and gaze.
He asked me what to drink
“Coffee” and the sugar is none
Gently gave me a book
It is the book he has done.
I had a look
My hand passed quickly the papers
And the words
Were all swords!!
Then I closed the book
That smooth cover
At the end of the book
Was blue as the sea
And his picture was smiling to me
I said:
“Nice design!”
“The jasmine shadow at the bottom
Gives the paper a beautiful smell
And the waves of the sea. . .”
He interrupted me and said: “Ah I see!!”
As if my note was silly and of a kid
And he moved quickly his head
He asked me: “what do you think about the topic?”
“Ah” I said. . . The topic?
“A Hundred Ways to Be Fit.”
The title I read
“. . . Yes, it is great
Many people need to be fit!!
And they find no ways!!!
To be healthy and fit”
He looked to me . . .
And as if million days
Were lost
I again said, I tried to correct the days:
“it’s great, they may become fit
After they read your book
They may be fit”
I had to reopen the book
to say something about “cook”
My eyes at the first page looked!
At its top
In a black ink he wrote:
“I dedicate this copy of my book to you”
I wondered!
In his car there are ten copies
Do they…
Hold the same words and dedication
To his manager, secretary, friends and me?
Who am I between all of those?
His voice,
Waked me up and I
Smiled to him and said:
“Thank you
For inviting me,
For the no-sugar coffee
For the, book!”
My coffee in haste
I drank
And felt the better taste
And left
My perfume smell!
Although his books was not of poetry
Although it was about how to be fit!
I read all of it!!
That night
I looked between the lines
About my name
But all the lines were the same!
No trace to me
Or even to him
One of the lines says
“It is healthy to be fit!!!”
But I am fit
Why did he me give the book!
To look
At his picture smiling!
To whom is it smiling?
Why I his book took?
In one of the pages he said:
“To stay alive, you need to be fit”
Other page
Says:
“God created four rooms in our hearts!”
I could complete to the end,
“to stay alive,
You need to be fit”
“Coffee is bad for your heart..”
He invited me to a cup of coffee,
Sure he meant a cup of juice!
It is me who asked for coffee
A no-sugar-cup of coffee!
I remembered he had coffee too
Even he knows coffee is bad
For his heart it is bad.
I met him
Even I know it is bad,
Meeting him is bad
For my heart it is bad
Since I drank coffee
Since his cigarettes’ smoke I smelled
And him I saw
Which are all bad
To my heart,
Seeing him,
As coffee to him
Is so bad!
I found the key now
I can have a look
I can check. .
The four rooms in my heart
Yes they are all there.
yes redreedy, its me, thanks really, wish u read the other poems of me
English is my seond language, that is why i am proud of it…
Best answer:
Answer by redreedy15 Well its definately long! and most definately beautiful i loved every second of reading it! Did you write it? well you have done a fantastic job!
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