George the Collie Vs Food Construction 

Food needs a solid foundation….

I don’t eat much restaurant food, I’m more of a kibble kind of guy but I have observed a few odd things.

Food. Some of it ‘looks’ great but watching it being eaten shows it’s far from being great.

Watching a burger 🍔 in a brioche bun disintegrate as it is being eaten doesn’t look like much fun or value for money.

Building food 🥘 should be like building house. Solid foundations. A good soup needs a good base.

You would not build the Empire State Building out of wood and you would not accept a poorly constructed property collapsing around you.

Keep it simple Chef!

A short, behind the scenes interview with a young Border Collie dog about his preference in toys.

Just a short interview with a dog.

George the Collie Vs Dogs in Advertising.

As much as George wants to eat it all, don’t believe the hype.

I’ve noticed recently (I’m only 5 1/2 months) that there is a lot of advertising for dog food.

LOTS of advertising. Nearly as much for pet food as there is for human food.

It’s not that I don’t get to see much of THAT food, it’s the animals in them. It’s like the Border Collie mafia have control of advertising.

I know we are easily trained and have expressive faces but we are everywhere .

Now, Collies are beautiful and there are lots of us so using this breed may give you a good market share but the side track, the sub story to these adverts is the hook.

Farm dog, inferred farm produce = ‘Got to be better’ 

The same as human food. Stick it in a box marked ‘farm’ somewhere and people hoover it up even though it’s probably never been rural since it was slaughtered. I’M more farm than that and left my farm at 10 weeks old!

I just think that, like with human food, people are getting mugged off with an idea that something is more natural than it actually is.

I am not saying don’t buy it, just don’t believe the hype. 👊🏻

George the Collie & the Christmas Joke.

The funny side of Christmas detritus…..

So we were moving furniture around in the dining room the other day and, as ever, George is in the thick of things. ‘Helping’ he calls it.

Suddenly he scoops up a little piece of paper that’s slid behind a unit and he’s off.

‘George, don’t eat that!’ I yell, hopefully, after him but he’s already gone out the back door.

Two minutes later he’s back. Back for more? No. He’s got a joke.

‘It’s a cracker Dad, honest’

I acquiesce.

‘Why did Scrooge score the goal?’

‘What?’ I ask, surprised by the festive theme to the joke.

‘Why did Scrooge score the goal?’

‘I don’t know, why?’

‘Because the the Ghost of Christmas passed!’

‘It’s June 1st!’

‘I told you it was a cracker!’ He laughs.