Garlic Chicken and Rice

I spent much of yesterday (Monday) stripping the chicken carcass, the remains of Sunday's lunch, and then boiling it down to get the rest of the meat off - as a result the kitchen was full of rather attractive smells (well at least to the dogs). Having finished the boiling process I next drained the water (no nasty little bones wanted) added a clove of garlic to the broth and used this to boil some rice. The result of these endeavours is 8 nourishing meals for the dogs (I normally give then 75-80 grams of this together with some of their normal kibble). Taavi the food cruiser loved it, in fact he was first with a clean bowl.

The 3 dogs are all now perfectly attuned to each other, Taavi is still besotted with Kiva but knows that when she seeks sanctuary under her bush that she is best left alone - cue "I want to play with Mylo and eat his tail". Mylo and Taavi get on so incredibly well, in fact Mylo seems to have recaptured his puppyhood in the way that he plays with his new best friend.

In the evening the dogs again settled in their normal places - well at least until 8.45 - Mylo's time to see what the cats have left in the way of food. Now we are well used to this and, with Mylo on strict rations, we now know not to let him have any of the cats' food, instead he has a dozen or so of his dry kibbles - for a smart dog he is easily fooled.

Eating from the cats' tray is Mylo's cue to settle for the evening, so with him at Louise's feet, Kiva on my lap and Taavi at my feet (far enough away from one of the cats to feel safe) our evening resumed. Well until Taavi wanted to be brushed that is.

I was busy brushing some matted fur from Kiva's haunches - something she tolerates so well - when Taavi made it quite obvious that he too wanted to be brushed. 10 minutes brushing of Kiva equals a bunch of fur the size of a golf ball - 10 minutes of the same with Taavi saw the living room carpet transformed from terracotta to a pale cream - wow, does he shed. Not to be left out Mylo also wanted in on the act (and Mylo hates being brushed) as a result much of today has been spent hoovering the carpet.

As I write the dogs are settled; the sun is shining and in an hour or so they will be getting another walk, on their return they will be treated to another culinary masterpiece.

Lappy days