Not MY heart, exactly, except in terms of ownership. As I do just about every day now that I'm feeding raw meat to the kids, I had several packages thawing in a sink of cold water in the bathroom. When I went in to check on the meat yesterday afternoon, one of the baggies was missing. Glancing to my right, I spied Roxie in the bathtub, munching happily away on a pork heart! I mean, this was a WHOLE pork heart, and she had already eaten about half of it! I snatched away what was left, much to the Gangsta's chagrin, and shooed her out of the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her and telling her that she would be getting NO MORE dinner last night!!!
Of course dinnertime rolled around, and I had to keep pushing her away from everybody else's bowls. Even after all of the other animals had finished eating, Roxie followed me around the house for hours, even rearing up against my leg and staring me directly in the face as I sat on the toilet, until I finally relented and gave her a few small pieces of chicken.
Sheesh! I have resurrected far too many inner carnivores in this household, and Roxie's the WORST of the bunch! One of these days she's going to start ripping flesh off of my legs because I don't cut her meat up fast enough!
Laurie
