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We traded a neighbor a steer for a pig last December, and we’ve been thoroughly enjoying the change from beef. Here Don is slicing a ham for sandwiches.
He had a very attentive audience. We don’t feed Lydia off the table, so to speak, but she knows meat when she sees (smells?) it … and a dog can hope, can’t she? Besides, I’ve been using the leftover bits of fat to disguise the pills she’s been getting since her vet visit, so she knows she’ll get some eventually.
“Don’t bother me, I’m concentrating.”
Yep, hope springs eternal.