🥇 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧…𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐚-𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧’
🌮 Some of my meal prep for the week is just easier to do at our training center than at home - where space is more limited. I was digging through some old plastic ware to take some meals home, and I came across this lid to a plastic Tupperware container.
🥽 As you can see, it’s been labelled (read claimed).
❤️ This brings back huge memories for me, and whilst they’re not at all dog training related I share in the hopes of inspiring those of you that follow this page to remain grateful for those you love.
🥰 Yuri was one of my best friends, and I knew him for almost 20yrs. For the longest time, and the rest of time, I will always love and respect my memory of the amazing human that I was honoured to call my friend.
🏋️♀️ Going back all that way, when I was steadfastly committed to dog training as a craft and working out how to turn my craft into a reliable income, times were often very tough.
👎 I often survived on $50 per week for food, and at the same meal 3-4 times a day. During the worst times my dogs ate kibble and also meat every other day, and I ate cheap pasta covered in olive oil and a little fried garlic.
🥔 Most of the time I ate simple food I called ‘survival stew’. The cheapest meat and the veg that was on special, or close to used by, all crammed into a giant pot and cooked with spices, patience, and love born or a deep appreciation.
🍲 One of the things that Yuri used to love to do was take home some of my cooking - I’m a one pot wonder, and so he’d almost always take home a couple of feeds of stew, or soup, or some other home cooked goodness. I would eat the same thing each meal, and make it last. Breakfast, lunch, tea…there were no snacks.
🚫 Never one time did Yuri make a joke, nor give a single solitary fuck about what I had to offer…and at some times, he was in the same situation. Yuri always made out like I was some type of culinary genius, like I’d cracked some kind of cooking code. (Cont’d in comments) ...