Dog Food. Ahhh memories.
My father had a locally famous working dog and our local Butcher was given the contract to supply horse meat for our Bavrian. The Butcher's shop was called McClennans and my elder sister dubbed him 'Mac the knife'
However Mr Mac proclaimed that the fine working dog, a credit to the community,was worthy of better than horse meat and issued a ration of prime Aberdeen Angus.
Being a six year old carnivore with teeth I always lay on the floor at meal time and shared that raw meat with my best pal 'Joe'