Lamb.

Lamb.

Sometimes we do things automatically.

This week while giving the animals their dinner I saw the ingredients on the front of the sachet.

I had looked at the other ingredients and looked at the beef and chicken, but when I came to the sachet that said, lamb it made me think.

I could see the beef and chicken, and I remembered years ago, at school, when they did proper dinners, lamb was my favourite.

I opened the lamb and it did look nice, I thought how did lamb become dog food.

It got me thinking. I remember decades ago, after Paul and I got married, and before we had kids, that one day we were in the countryside, and stopped at a farm and asked, “Do you have a baby lamb that we can buy from you?” We wanted one as a pet. The farmer was lovely and said, “If you had come here last week, we would have had an orphan that you could have had.”

Now looking at this pack of lamb, I wondered how it got from the lamb to the animal food, was this also an orphan? Or is there a set amount that is just sold to the animal food industry for pet food.

Lamb is SO tasty, it seems such a shame to kill them for animal food too. But all animals must eat. One of my favourite programmes is, The Secret Life of the Zoo, there is a perfect example of animals, killed for food for other animals.

So, I have to just think the same for the lovely delicious lamb. x