Dog Biscuit Memories

In which I embark on a moving trip down memory lane, sparked by this post about avian home invasions and toddler eating (or not) habits by Trish at My Little Drummer Boys.

Do you remember when milk came in bottles? I do.

I just remembered it, because I just remembered the Luv dog biscuits I used to secretly eat from our two dogs’ bowls and the box that was kept on a shelf in their kennel.

That was when I was younger, of course.

They don’t make that type of dog biscuit anymore.

They were something special and looked a bit like the one in the above image, only smaller and in different shapes. And the colours weren’t the same. But still a bit like that one, sortof.

~ But nowhere on the web~according~to~Google could I find an image of them!

I thought it was amazing how they came in all types of shapes, sizes and colours. So you could eat according to your mood.

A bit bored and looking for some action? Try one of the red heart~shaped ones.

Feeling a bit down~in~the~mouth? How about a yellow triangle for some lithium~yellow therapy?

Never was sure what they were meant to be. Cheese maybe?

They didn’t taste like cheese…

And then I remembered the white milk bottle ones. I think they had added calcium or something. They were definitely my favourite. I know I’ve only ever had one broken bone, and that was just a fracture.

Hey! If only they still made these biscuits, I could go on television and reveal the cure for osteoarthritis.

So that’s when I remembered that I remember when milk came in bottles.

Interesting thought process, huh?

So now I’m thinking how sad it is that you can’t trust anyone enough to leave money out for milk.

If they delivered it around here still.

Which they don’t.

I know you’ve always thought I’m weird.

Now you have written proof.