“Feed your dogs as wolves, or you’re an abuser!”

As vegans who also feed our dogs well-balanced vegan diets, we often are scathingly condemned for going against dogs’ wild nature and their desire to eat meat either cooked or raw. On the web I’ve been called an animal abuser for feeding vegan, with nasty blowhards saying my dogs should be taken away, etc. This implies that my claims of how healthy my dogs are are the lies of a delusional zealot.

Besides, no one else wanted my dogs when they were out running the streets, or when I tried to find homes for them, so taking them away from me after all these years (Mattie since 2005) would mean…what? Anyone who tried to take my beloved dogs away from me would have to be a complete fool (and may end up in the hospital). My dogs are very well cared for and happy.

I do have one dog who died last year at age 9 of lung cancer, but understand that has nothing to do with diet, but with genetics and exposure to toxins at some point in her life. My current two, Mattie and Tyler, are obviously doing very well on all vegan foods, both being full of energy, strong, playful, tireless actually, and Mattie is close to 17 years old now. She’s been vegan since 2011, and Tyler has been since I adopted him in May 2016.

“Dog Food”

Mattie does have lipomas which began growing in 2010 when I had her on meat kibble, the grain-free stuff that’s supposed to be the best. I’m not saying that caused her lipomas, but it certainly didn’t help. Since about 2012 after she’d been on vegan kibble for a couple of years, the lipomas stopped growing and have remained the same (albeit one is quite large) for going on 5 years now. Many vets do say that dietary toxins cause lipomas in dogs, so eliminating all the toxins in slaughterhouse products does seem to have helped.

The reason I don’t have Mattie’s lipomas removed is because I went through that three times with my dog Heidi back in 2004–2006, spent $1800, and each time after her traumatic experience and painful recovery, the tumor began growing back promptly and each time it got worse. The last time it recurred it got huge quickly and actually turned cancerous. I had to have her euthanized at age 14 when it was causing her discomfort in breathing, keeping her awake at night (it was behind her ribcage on her back, left side). So, cutting out lipomas is often not the answer. The answer is to get the weird toxins out of their diets. Heidi was on the grain-free premium meat foods, was rarely if ever fed vegan.

As for these very selective nature worshippers…

People cry out about the cruelty of feeding dogs vegan and how unnatural that is, while ignoring the huge pink elephant in the room: the glaring unnaturalness of dogs’ whole existence with us in human civilization. This little guy should still be with his dog family…

We are to feed them like wolves when they live nothing at all like wolves. Yet, even wolves eat plant foods and berries to satisfy certain nutritional needs. But one thing wolves do not do is split up their families when their puppies are a couple of months old, and send them off to live among strangers in some human abode, too often kept in sad and deplorable conditions, treated like trash.

Wolf families often remain together for years before some will go off to start other packs as adults, to avoid genetic problems caused by incest. Wolves plan cleverly and hunt together and travel great distances, and so forth. They don’t wear clothes or have vaccines shot into them. They don’t have bizarrely long matting coats or any of the other hindrances people have bred into them for fun and profits. What people do to dogs and their families is truly deplorable. Wholly unnatural!

If one is going to bring a litter of puppies into this world, one needs to be fully willing and capable of keeping all of the puppies for life (15-20 years) and caring for them properly. Actually, no one should be bringing puppies into this world, not deliberately and certainly not for sale. The way things are, we will always have dogs throughout the world needing homes, with not one dog breeder in existence. Dog breeders are a tremendous burden.

It would be a great thing if dogs were extremely hard to come by and truly valued and respected as individuals, not thought of as mere things you can buy and sell. That cruel mistake has led to our nightmarish puppy mills of today and our shelters being nothing more than death row prisons full of frightened dogs desperate to get out.

Anyone want to call that “natural”?

People breed dogs as commodities in cages and put them through all sorts of terrifying and grotesquely unnatural treatments to feed the continual greed of the “pet” industry. And people call that, and feeding them slaughterhouse byproducts “natural.” People become enraged that anyone would feed them all plant foods while caring carefully for them and keeping them from reproducing. Just WTF is wrong with people?

People seem to have no problem with dog breeders and the awful abuses they subject those canine families to, not to mention their adding continually to the overpopulation of dogs and their being killed by the millions yearly, everything from “shelter” executions to street injuries, to outright abuse and torture done to them by poor crazy fools due to dogs (and cats and others too) having no one to watch out for them.

Yet if you really want to see people get loudly and self-righteously outraged, just tell them your dog is vegan. While those same people’s eyes will glaze over at the actual unspeakable abuses going on out their due to the whole “pet” industry. They’ll accuse you of being “negative” and even causing people to abuse animals by speaking about it. I have seen this firsthand. Something is truly rotten, not only in Denmark (of animal “brothel” fame), but in all nations where dogs and animals are allowed to be treated as products for sale.

Treating animals as commodities or things has got to end before people will ever be justified in claiming any sort of moral “superiority.” As it all stands now, we’re nothing but monsters, despite the good among us which cannot ever compensate for the horrors incalculable numbers of animals live and die through under our “care” every minute of every day.

So no, I will not support the slaughter industry by buying meat or animal products for my animals. Now, put a sock in it, those of you who rail against feeding dogs vegan. You seriously need to direct your outrage elsewhere.

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12 of My Childhood Favorites—Veganized

First, a primer on my past love-hate thing with food, and a bit of personal nostalgia and other rambling.

I was big into food as a kid, even before my dad owned a popular Italian restaurant just outside of Los Angeles in the 1960s. We always had lots of tasty foods in our life and even more so from the restaurant which we all spent a lot of time at, along with our friends. See the 🍝 items below for those favorites inspired by my dad’s restaurant fare. All their recipes were invented by him and his brother, and they certainly had a way with the food!

Here is the only mention of the restaurant I can find online; search David B.’s comment and his mention of “Reggio’s”: http://maps.latimes.com/neighborhoods/neighborhood/monterey-park/comments/. Note that our restaurant wasn’t actually in Monterey Park but was on the Montebello side of its border, and David B. says it’s a Chinese restaurant now but actually it’s a Chinese laundromat and boba/smoothie bar.

Here’s an old pic of the restaurant’s namesake, the region of half my roots, where my dad was born and lived for a short time before the family immigrated to the USA’s east coast:

Reggio Calabria, Italy, 4 years before my dad was born.

So, as a result of all that tasty food and more, I had a chronic weight problem starting mildly at about age six; obviously the love for good food didn’t quite jibe with my raging fat genes. Two aunts and both their parents on my dad’s side were very obese and had hearty appetites, and the aunts loved to cook and have family gatherings. Well, yours truly was often an eager guest at those family food fests, then it would carry over to my home life since I and my mom liked to cook and eat, and she had developed a weight problem too, after having children.

Food was a main expression of love and thus a comforting “drug” in our rather lost and dysfunctional family, a drug with quite the destructive aspects. Thus the love-hate. I had a serious struggle (mostly on the losing end) with being very fat for much of my life, as did my younger brother. The family’s judgement and condemnation were further destructive…but they later came to regret the way they’d been, and were forgiven, at least by me.

Veganism at last came to my rescue, as well as that of all those animals I’d have downed…

Since going all the way and ending the dairy/egg cheating, and being strictly vegan starting in 2009, I got down to merely “chubby”—about the middle category in following illustration as opposed to the far leftI’d like to be the one just to the right of middle. But for the first time ever, I’m pretty comfortable with my weight and it’s been stable for years, no longer fluctuates hugely due to going from bingeing to starvation diets.

I’m no longer a target for mean, nasty, rude PsOS out there like I once was either. “Hey fatty!” and “Jenny Craig!” and other such sweet things would occasionally be hollered at me from nasty faces in cars rolling past, and other such sickening incidents. I’ve seen this happen to other people and always have to wonder what sort of creeps find it necessary to embarrass people like that. I’d rather be 200+ lbs than be that sort of creep.

Too late for a tangent alert? Well, here’s more…

Anyhow, I only love veganized versions of old favorites, no more hate. I’ve pretty much learned how to avoid the temptation to overeat, mainly by not having the more decadent foods regularly on hand at home, instead concentrating on healthier, non-fattening stuff. On top of that, I simply don’t have the huge appetite I once had, probably because what I do eat is mostly nutritious and satisfying…all plant foods. Where before I would remain hungry and keep on eating rich treats, more and more and more until sickly full, badly bloated, sluggish, and guilty about gaining ever more weight.

There was no “shutoff” on the appetite except for no more room for any more food. It wasn’t pretty, a miserable cycle of self destruction. But good tasting. First-World problems, I know, but no less real.

Casein, the mild opiate and appetite stimulant—for infants.

I believe dairy foods’ casein is behind much of the obesity out there and is only one more reason to quit dairy products, aside from the horrible animal cruelty involved, which should be the primary motivator.

My eating and weight problems were partly hormonal, since after “the change of life” my food & weight problems lessened significantly, as opposed to most women (mostly non-vegans) who have the opposite going on. But I do believe a big part of my lifelong problem was the casein in dairy products and its appetite stimulating and slight opiate effects. Cheese, sweet yogurt, ice cream, etc., were always a big part of bingeing. (I say “bingeing,” but I’ve always been a slow eater, so my “binges” weren’t the fast & furious things most bingers are known for.)

On a side note, meats are said to be nutritionally dense and satisfying (by advertisers and the well-programmed public), but I always found meats to be a catalyst for gorging on decadent desserts and things afterwards, aside from lots of other refined carbs like white biscuits and such that accompanied meaty meals. All in all, a high-calorie, obesity causing nightmare, for those many of us with “bad” genes.

So there’s my thing with tasty food, I love the stuff. Who wouldn’t?

But these twelve, in random order, are extra special because they’re compassionate versions of nostalgic childhood treats. These are all homemade, mostly from scratch, so are for those of us with time and patience to make some complicated recipes. But these all seem guaranteed to be worth the fuss. Just click on the links for full recipes and if you make them, enjoy!

1) 🍝 http://www.pastabased.com/spaghetti-and-meatballs/

Vegan Spaghetti & Meatballs by Pasta Based

2) http://blacksgoingvegan.com/crispy-spicy-popeyes-chicken-style-vegan-fried-chicken/

Vegan Fried Chicken by Blacks Going Vegan

3) http://namelymarly.com/vegan-drumsticks/

Vegan Drumsticks by Namely Marly

4) 🍝 http://ahouseinthehills.com/2014/12/04/chickpea-minestrone/

Chickpea Minestrone Soup by A House in the Hills

5) http://namelymarly.com/vegan-big-mac/

Vegan Big Mac by Namely Marly

6) http://www.theflamingvegan.com/view-post/Easy-Vegan-Black-Bean-Tamales

Easy Black Bean Tamales by The Flaming Vegan

7) http://www.forkandbeans.com/2015/01/15/vegan-chickpea-omelet/

Vegan Chickpea Omelet by Fork and Beans

8) https://itdoesnttastelikechicken.com/the-ultimate-vegan-chocolate-cake/

The Ultimate Vegan Chocolate Cake by It Doesn’t Taste Like Chicken

9) 🍝 http://namelymarly.com/vegan-new-york-style-cheesecake/

Vegan New York Cheese Cake by Namely Marly

10) 🍝 https://www.exceedinglyvegan.com/vegan-recipes/mains/vegan-pizza-cashew-cheese

Pizza with Cashew Cheese by Exceedingly Vegan

11) http://namelymarly.com/vegan-lemon-meringue-pie/

Lemon Meringue Pie by Namely Marly

12) http://veganyumminess.com/creamy-vegan-mac-and-cheese/

Vegan Mac and Cheese by Vegan Yumminess

How Women and Their Status Shoes Suck

I find women’s shoes, women’s magazines, women’s talk shows—women’s stuff in general—intolerable. But women’s status shoes hold an especially lowly and cringey place in my heart.

The whole stripper bit…

We all know about the strutting female “peacock” thing, how instead of merely walking, the woman in freaky high heels or platforms is parading, on the stroll for a “good time,” all that goofy nonsense. Arched back, slightly bent knees, butt beckoning, the I’m-so-sexy-it-hurts gait, haughty face, all that. She’s showing how proudly female she is, a tough girl who can not only wear those crazy shoes but enjoy it, be highly skilled at it, even dance sinuously, wildly. Ain’t she somethin’?

The female who can not only walk or even trot in outlandishly uncomfortable and painful shoes is considered the absolute finest in female-dom. The pride one feels at accomplishing agility while the feet are arched outrageously and one is walking on one’s severely pinched toes…well, what a heady accomplishment that is for a girl! Could a man ask for anything more statusy? She’s hot stuff, make no mistake, a wild thing in bed. A Queen Bee. Gals don’t get no better than that! A real catch for some wealthy, cool, good-looking man with a “nice” car.

No old lady shoes!

Sensible, comfortable shoes suck, say those high-status gals who also don $1000 handbags. Unless shoes are for working out in at the gym or running the streets in preparation for donning those spiky stilettos come display time, a girl’s shoes need to be showy and tall. Even very big girls wear spiky 6-inch heels, that’s just how important that stiletto is, to show off one’s serious intent to be sexy.

Sensible dress or casual shoes are for OLD LADIES, and no one wants to be an old lady! Ew, gross. Even old ladies wear the tall shoes to prove they still got it. Having IT is what life’s all about. If you don’t got IT, just KYS, old unsexy hag!

So, Oprah and company (The Real and The View crews, etc.), keep on wearing those $3000 red-bottomed spikes, you empowered sexy gals know what life’s all about. You’ve taken life by the balls and owned it! You highly admirable fashionistas, you! I’m in awe. Of your foolishness.

It’s been a long time since I was dopey enough to wear any of that ridiculous footwear women so proudly suffer. No, no thanks, I’ll stick with comfortable, sensible, sturdy, supportive shoes so I can run and climb and kick butt, etc., while staying fight-ready throughout. Yeah, I’m an old lady and proud of surviving my not-so-easy life. No young doofus will ever make me ashamed of whatever age I am.

I’m ready for flight!

About the most unsensible shoes you’ll catch me in are flip flops in the summertime or for around the house (and slippers). But comfy ones with nonslip bottoms. See, I’m ready for WW3 and nukes, earthquakes, a terrorist attack, running off and hiding in the woods while being rounded up for a FEMA camp for refusing vaccines—all the myriad of wonderful possible events of today.

So, teeter about trying to look sexy while breaking your ankles and foot bones in the event of a tornado, a tsunami or whatever and I’ll be there—cringing and shaking my head, old-lady style—to grab your arm, rip those bizarre, crippling things off your feet and toss them into a ditch or something and get some sense into you and some comfortable sturdy (and of course VEGAN) shoes on those gnarly feet of yours, you nincompoop female.