My new best friend – Ted, the dog – came from a breeder in Toowoomba, about 90 minutes away, atop Australia’s Great Dividing Ridge.
Or a run.
The breeder (we went to the local shelters, but they had dogs that were not deemed appropriate by our townhouse body corporate) so we got the little one rather than make a rush decision to buy an $800K house so we could have a bigger dog.
Besides, this one’s got personality.
The breeder insisted that dogs do better on a raw meat diet.
I just wanted to get the dog, go visit our friends, and go home, so didn’t belabor the point.
But any raw product carries the same risk of Salmonella and E. coli and other things that are not fun to inflict on your dog.