Ashlie,
Spending your Sunday making a veggie mush should be the highlite of your weekend

Every other Sunday is mush making day in our house, and Kailee and Clyde quite look forward to it

I posted this story on a feeding forum so I will share it here just so you can see how pleasurable it is to spend your Sunday chopping, mincing, boiling, packaging etc. :rolleyes: Funny how most of us choose Sundays to be mush day :D Here is a typical Sunday in my house:
A typical Sunday in our house goes like this:
We wake a little later than usual, Kailee and Clyde seem to understand this is mom and dad's day to sleep in and they too seem to enjoy the extra lounging time. At some point during the early morning, they have removed themselves from our bedroom and are now laying butt to butt all snuggled up on the loveseat.
We get up, but Kailee and Clyde remain in their luxury of slumber, while we eat our breakfast and enjoy a cup of coffee. Once that cup of coffee is empty, and they recognize the sound of an empty coffee cup touching the table, they bounce off the loveseat, and eagerly await their first morning potty time and short run.
Back inside, they come racing to the bedroom to see just what mom is up to. They give each other a knowing look as they witness that I am getting dressed, or perhaps by this time putting on my makeup. You can almost here them telling each other "Today is Grocery day and that means mom will be cooking up a fresh batch of our much anticipated meat/veggie mush" They bean and prance, almost like they are rushing me along to get out that door and do the shopping.
Finally I am ready to go, Kailee and Clyde take their places, usually Clyde back on the loveseat, and Kailee has now gone into her crate, all snuggled into her pillows. For some reason they sense this outting is as much for them as it is for us, so they don't seem bothered we are leaving.
About 2 hrs later, we return home with bags of groceries. Both of them race out to the kitchen to inspect the bags. Yep!! there are the fresh veggies and the meat that will be going into the pot. Once they find those items, they seem to relax and wait. The groceries get put away, keeping aside the needed ingredients for their pot luck dinners Finally out comes the big pot, cans are being opened, frozen veggie bags are being torn open, and the meat is unwrapped and chopped up ready to go into the brew.
I notice as I begin, two dark beady little eyes peering at me from around the hallway door. I turn the other way, and their are two buggy brown eyes peering around from the side of the fridge. Both sets of eyes are intently following my every move. I make no acknowledgment that I see them, and continue on with my task at hand, adding, chopping, stirring etc. I hear a low hungered whine coming from beside the fridge, then the lips begin to smack, he can't control himself. From the hallway, the owner of the black beady eyes is having a very hard time holding her still composure. She is getting excited and eager.
The last ingredient that goes into the pot is the crushed garlic. By now the mixture is at a boil, the garlic is in, so I turn down the heat, put on the lid. It is now time to let this brew simmer, allowing the flavours to integrate with each other. You can begin to smell the garlic as it filters into the kitchen air. The black beady eyes are more intent, she is now dripping bits of drool, no longer able to control it. The brown bugged eyes, is also drooling, but his is a steady stream. Time for a coffee while the batch simmers. I leave the kitchen, but those two sets of eyes don't move. They are fixated on that pot and all it's contents. About 20 min. later I return to the kitchen and the two sets of eyes have moved. They are now full blown visible boxers, one fawn, one brindle, laying in front of the stove, eyes looking weepy, almost saying if they have to wait any longer they will starve to death. I check the brew, it is done so I turn the stove off and leave it to cool. The fawn boxer and the brindle boxer hold their post, guarding what they consider one of their most valuable possesions. They stay in the kitchen the whole afternoon laying in front of the stove, once in awhile getting up to have a drink of water.
When I go back to the kitchen to begin portioning out the brew, they get truly excited. Their guarding duties are done, and they bean their little nubbies faster than any other day of the week. They know, once all the containers on the cupboard are filled, whatever is left in that pot is theirs to eat right now. Finally, their portions are put into their bowls and they begin to gobble it up, not stopping to take one breath of air. When the bowls are licked glistening clean they come back into the living room, snuggle themselves up onto the sofa, content with a full belly and tired from their afternoon of guarding the big pot. This is a typical Sunday in our home.
Jean