Like most modern dog owners, I sometimes wonder about the food that I give to Toby. On the whole, we’ve just carried on with the diet he was originally given by his breeder, figuring “if it ain’t broke” – but the increasing variety of options available has often momentarily stayed in my hand as I go to grab a new sack of his #basic biscuits.
Unsurprisingly, Toby doesn’t seem too bothered whether he’s eating designated dog food or chunks of truffled pecorino from a dangerously low-level cheese board (true story), and will happily chomp down on any old thing. We often joke about setting him up a street food blog where he could dispense hipsterish reviews of the rank flotsam and jetsam he picks up off the tarmac: “Old tennis ball – 4/5. Get here before the crowds do.”
Despite my dog’s inability to either confirm or deny his interest in fancy food, I can’t help but be drawn to the beautifully designed packs of organic, raw, 100% chemical free, artisan, gourmet-style dog chow that seem to be constantly encroaching on regular dawg food’s shelf space.