You know the one, where Beneful causes the dog to have diabetes and seizures and it’s a tragedy and don’t feed your dog this or they’ll die. Full disclosure: my dog had diabetes and died after a brain tumor began to cause untreatable seizures. I have the utmost sympathy for the dog owners, and I very much understand the search for answers.
HOWEVER, THE POST IS WRONG, and spreading this kind of misinformation is dangerous.
And because I am That Guy, I asked a vet–my sister–why. Here is what she said, pasted from her email:
There are things like this going around all the time. Last one I heard was that it was poisoning dogs b/c of the propylene glycol in it (that would be a preservative, they were thinking ethylene glycol). These are the same things you hear from anyone who is about all organic, grain free, raw diet bla bla bla.
Fun fact, if any of that were true Purina would be out of business. Now I do consider the Beneful more of a “junk food.” Still well balanced but the lower quality of the Purina brands. Lots of fat dogs on it b/c of just that. So basically they are very wrong, though you’ll never convince them of that.
PLEASE, research before you reblog. This is how we get ‘vaccines cause autism.’ At best you are causing a lot of undue stress to people. If you have concerns, ask a vet. They’ll be happy to help you.
holy hell, never ask me to draw ezra or design an outfit. i’m sorry u two.
ANYWAY i was thinking: you see a lot of ezra-corrupted-by-maul stuff (WHICH I LOVE) BUT rarely the other way around? ezra’s a good egg and i want more aus where he drags maul kicking and screaming into the light (or somewhere in-between the dark and light b/c lbr, maul is p. much surviving on pure dark side spite these days).
Nobody in their right mind would lie to their brother about some special farmer’s market two hours away just so they can sneak away and meet some shady guy with a mohawk on the side of I-40 who just happens to be selling miniature Yorkshire terrier puppies out of a fucking minivan.
Then again, Sam hasn’t really felt like he’s in his “right mind” since he started seeing visions of the future nearly a decade ago. So yeah. Maybe he sneaked out of their new fancy lair and is now on his way back with a sleeping 1-pound puppy in a crate in the passenger seat. Maybe.
“All right, T-Rex, no barking when we get inside, OK? We have to stay quiet so my scary big brother doesn’t make me take you back.” As if T-Rex was actually capable of barking. Sam imagines she probably has more of a small yelp for a voice. In any case, she’s still sound asleep.
Sam and T-Rex manage to get all the way to their room without seeing any sign of the no-dogs-allowed tyrant. He sets her crate down and makes sure the home he made for her in the bottom drawer of his dresser is ready for her before he lets her out. Of course, she’s still asleep, so he scoops her up in his palm and sets her down gently on the assortment of tiny baby blankets in the drawer. She yawns and adjusts herself to get comfortable before falling right back asleep.
Sam sits cross-legged on the floor and stares at her for half an hour. She’s absolutely goddamn perfect.