I have a dehydrator.
I also have an asian food store near me. They carry all sorts of the more unusual butcher shop selections.
Gwynn doesn’t get rawhide treats, because I’ve heard horror stories about how it can expand in their intestines or wrap them up or… well… things that end up with a dead or very sick dog.
This is going somewhere, I swear.
I give Gwynn bully sticks as treats instead. Do you know what those are? I’ll tell you what they are. Bull wee-wee. more commonly called “bull pizzle” *cue any men reading this blog crossing their legs.
Based on my scientific observation at the Calgary Stampede, bulls are veeeery well-endowed. And disturbingly in control of the movement of said equipment.
Have you bought bully sticks lately? It’s like $10 for an 8″ piece that’ll last Gwynn all of 10 minutes, including the three or four minutes he runs around the house with it, cigar-like, crying and trying to find a place to hide it. That’s a dollar a minute, right there.
A few months ago, I was in the asian food store, and, because I do often buy organ meat to dehydrate for dog treats, I was looking at the part of the butcher aisle that I like to call “things I won’t eat, but the dog might.” So that’s what a bully stick looks like pre-drying and off the bull. Huh. They’re… long. And difficult to cut.
I successfully dehydrated it, the dog enjoyed it, and I thought no more on the topic.
My mother, though. She had found her mission. Bully Sticks for the masses. Or at the very least, the people at work who also had dogs.
Which is how she ended up trying to communicate Bull Penis across language barriers to a very embarassed and uncomprehending older chinese man working behind the butcher counter. Surrounded by people who could understand her, but couldn’t, for the life of them, figure out why she would want such a thing. She used gestures.
She came home defeated, pizzle-less.
Fast forward to this week, and here is the conversation I had with my parents (M = mum, D = dad, L = me!)
M – I got bull pizzle at the grocery store today!
L – cool, I’ll cut it up tonight.
M – Lots!
L – did you buy out their whole stock? What was their reaction to this?
M – the store clerk wouldn’t touch the packaging directly – she used a plastic bag to move them through, and typed the code in by hand.
D – I doubt most of the people who work there actually eat much of the weird stuff they sell.
L – I wonder what they must have thought, crazy white lady comes in and all she buys is a ton of bull pizzle.
M – I didn’t just buy that. I also got blueberries. On sale!
L – So they think we’re making Bull Pizzle and Blueberry Casserole to feed the masses?
D – nah, it’s too hard to cut up, Blueberry and Bull stirfry!
M – They wouldn’t think anything of it. They sell it, it’s fine.
L – Yeah, but I bet they don’t often see a woman go through check out with 10 packages of bull penis and 10 packages of blueberries.
The lessons learned in this? We need to start attaching spy cameras to my mother whenever she goes to the asian food store. I want to see peoples’ expressions. Also, my family is very weird.
Can anyone tell me what people do with bull pizzle if they’re not feeding it to their dogs?