Our dog Birch loves his dry dog food. In fact, mealtime for him is the height of joy.
My wife wrinkles her nose when she pours it out, asking "How can he stand to eat this stuff?"
Answer: with unbelievable rapidity.
"It smells awful," she continues. "Isn't there something else we could get?"
I was loath to switch brands, since one of our previous pups had lived to the age of 19 on this stuff, which is like living to the age of 133 on a diet of Slim Jims and wood chips.
Now and then I buy a can of glop to top the kibble, as a treat. And Birch does get table scraps — hamburger, rice, a piece of steak. Of course, the steak is gone in an instant, and he still spends about 7 minutes getting every molecule of food from the bowl into which the steak was dropped.
But I decided to look around and discovered that the dog food options are greater than ever. And the fresh-wet genre (often sold in tubes, not just cans) is becoming easier to find in supermarkets, so you don't have to drive to the big box pet stores. I wondered if we should be feeding our dog something else.
That's what made me look into the history of dog food.