It is Guinness here, resting in the ferns. Here is a story. We went to a place called Lone Pine Farms because the man and the woman who live there use to have Wolfhounds when they were young. They love Irish Wolfhounds very much and asked us to visit.
We do not know why the farm is called "Lone Pine" because there is thousands of Pine trees all lined up in huge rows like a giant maze.
And there were huge lawn. Hmmm... RUN??? Or.....
Rest. Yes, Rest I think. But then we found out these lawns are Landing Strips!
...and look what is in the garage! Saige and I would look great in this Plane with caps and goggles on, don't you think? Hahaha!
But the nice man said he was not allowed to ride this plane anymore because the last person who took it out crashed it in that big Pine Tree Forest. So the wife said if he flew the plane she would divorce him and now it just sits in the garage like a temptuous flirt.
Then our human asked to see the Hatchery ...and LOOK! They hatch thousands and thousands of eggs every night!
And these chicks just hatched. There are a hundred chicks in each container and look at all the hundreds of containers there are!
Then these little chicks are picked up by another farm and they are fed for 36 days. They are the food we get in the stores and restaurants...
It is all kind of sad,really. Or maybe it is not. Who is to say. It certainly brings your thoughts back to the food we eat, where it comes from, the cycle of life and the life other creatures give so that we may live, know what i mean?
I confess I am one of those dogs who like the illusion that meat comes automatically neatly packaged in styrofoam and plastic.. but I know it is an illusion and I do not express faux outrage at the idea that it doesn't.
Personally I think it would do people some good to get a little more up close and personal with the food they eat-I think modern living has allowed us to morally separate ourselves from what happens when meat is produced for our table. But alas, I have rambled on like the deep thinking dog that I am, and our human wants to get going... it is Wing Night at the pub afterall.
Personally I think it would do people some good to get a little more up close and personal with the food they eat-I think modern living has allowed us to morally separate ourselves from what happens when meat is produced for our table. But alas, I have rambled on like the deep thinking dog that I am, and our human wants to get going... it is Wing Night at the pub afterall.
