(Quick note: this was supposed to be my Tuesday post, but I obviously mis-scheduled. So, there’s a bonus post today.)
I almost cried in the pet food store on Friday. I’d gone in to grab some more treats, before we start our lessons next week. While I was there, I was looking around, as you do, and spotted this:
in the place formerly occupied by this:
This is a problem. Tripett’s Venison Tripe is one of our few safe foods. Tripe is filled (theoretically) with digestive enzymes and nutrition. It’s also apparently delicious, despite (because of?) the most horrific smell to ever come from a can. That makes it our go-to for touchy tummies and our best option for “Oops, I didn’t defrost any food” days. While I don’t know for sure that Silas can’t eat the regular beef or lamb flavors, I also don’t know that he can. I take our safe foods list very, very seriously.
I was already feeling sensitive about the duck thing, and then, here was our tripe going, too.
So, I did what I knew how to do. I bought the five cans left. I had the store call the distributor and see what old-stock we can get. Then I printed out a list of stockists in town, and ran out to buy 18 more cans. (I did not clean out every store in town, because I’m still waiting for my preferred store to see what they can do.)
In proof of my crazy-dog-lady status, you’d better believe that I have already done the math on the number of cases we can use before the “best by” date, plus a small cushion. I am fully prepared to put canned tripe under the bed, if that’s what it comes to. Sometimes, you have to do what you have to do.
Just FYI: the distributor told my store owner that they were having a serious supply problem with the venison. They’re hoping to replace it with a bison product, but I’m not sure how concrete that plan is. Since I’m guessing 97% of dogs out there can eat either the regular lamb tripe or the beef tripe, I suspect I’m the only person who is taking this so much to heart.