Yesterday I went out and bought Zoe some more frozen raw lamb medallions (missed the deadline for delivery and don’t have room in the freezer right now) and since I didn’t bring her along to see her buddies I bought the smallest chew treat they had, an achilles tendon. There’s a first (and last) time for everything.
Unlike the rawhide she’s been walking around with for weeks and hiding in plain sight, she ingested this treat in just a few minutes. Later she drank water for a long time, unusual for her. So she woke us up at 4:30 to tell us she needed to go out, and both of us were up until about 6:30 talking and we even had a bit of cereal to get us back to sleep.
So, dear dog, my Achilles’ heel, no more Achilles tendons for you. Thanks from your medallion providers, walkers, bathers, launderers, tennis ball throwers, and loving folks.
Cooking with Dee 
I had to go really really bad!