You Know You’re A Raw Feeder When…..

You have tried driving over whole turkey necks to soften them up for your dog. (This does not
work, you spend hours picking bits of your driveway out of the meat afterwards. Or they shoot out from
under your tires at high velocity and land on your neighbor's flowerbed.)

You have tried giving your dog a raw fish, only to have her smear it into fish slush and roll on
it. On your living room carpet.

You've found yourself out in the yard poking at dog shit through a plastic bag, checking for Scary
Bone Shards.

You have driven 200 miles round trip to pick up a $40.00 shipment of stinking cow stomach, because
darling Fido is insane about green tripe.

You spend hours online with other rawfeeders (or BARFers, depending on your orientation) discussing
the comparative merits of pork neck bones versus Danish style pork ribs.

You either belong to lists that allow the word "BARF" and "Dr Billinghurst"
to be uttered, or don't. And you're proud of it.

You sit down to a Swanson’s TV dinner or a bowl of Cheerios for dinner. Your dogs just had
Cornish Game Hen garnished with green tripe, a drizzle of homemade organic kefir, and an aromatic sprinkling of kosher Norwegian kelp.

You yell at your partner for taking up freezer room for people food.  "That freezer is for the dogs, dammit!"

When you are feeling lazy, you just stomp the dog poop into powder instead of picking it up.
You stare in horrified fascination as you watch a kibble-fed dog poop. Holy mackerel look at
the SIZE of that thing!

You are generally fascinated with dog poop - the size, texture, odor, and color. Why isn't there a
field guide to dog poop?

You look at fresh road kill as you drive by, wondering if you really could get a 700lb deer in your
trunk. And, is it legal? (Done this one for sure!)

Finally, you know you are a raw feeder if you have a happy shiny dog with sweet breath, white teeth,
and nice tidy odorless little poops!