Monsanto. In the Pet Store. With the Debit Card.
I am not Catholic. I am pissed off. I am giving up Monsanto for Lent.
This is Day 7.
Me: 5 – Monsanto: 1
It was going so well, yesterday’s shopping trip. Produce section? All organic. Fish counter? Wild-caught, please. Toiletries? No thanks, got all natural ones from Tropical Traditions.
Then came the pet store. I’d been dreading buying dog food because I knew that, caught between markups and Monsanto, my pocketbook would cower in abject horror.
Remember when I switched my own diet to organic? This was worse:
To avoid Monsanto, I needed an organic product. To get the best bark for my buck, nutritionally speaking, I needed it to be grain-free. As it turns out, I couldn’t have both. Organic was available (1 option). Grain-free was available (4+ options). One brand even featured wild venison (with a side of rice).
Nothing organic and grain-free. Worse, nothing in my price range.
I do not have teacup pomeranians. I have greyhounds. Ironman has a large, black lab. Among them, they eat 2.25 pounds of dry food daily. The only organic option, canned Organix, would run at least $300/month — and that’s using the sale price.
And so, I am ashamed to report that I stuck with my usual non-organic, not-grain-free brand, for less than 1/3 the price. At least it’s local. Sigh.
For my cat, who doesn’t eat as much, I made the same decision I’d make for myself if I had to: grain-free, but not organic. I hope (but can’t verify) that Blue Buffalo cat food contains no GMOs.
AND, I just now realized that I also bought athletic socks. Made with cotton.
Excuse me while I drown myself in a bucket of Round-up.
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