A KASHRUT LESSON FOR KOSHER DOGS

For 58 years, I have not owned a pet. Suddenly, I have become father to an immense fur-ball, to afford me companionship that will break the day’s monotony. I have named her “Minnie,” in memory of my aunt, who hated dogs.

Minnie is well-behaved, loving, even fairly smart. Despite her girth, Minnie is a picky eater. She hates dog food. Not long ago, the poor dog had an upset stomach. The veterinarian recommended the regimen we’d prescribe for ourselves: rice and chicken breast, both boiled. Mazal tov, the bland diet worked. Moreover, Minnie loved it so much that she refuses to eat anything else. Augmented by vitamins, she is flourishing.

What’s the rub? It’s Jewish, naturally. Simply put, kosher chicken breasts are expensive, $8 a pound, and they are so scarce that a trip to Atlanta, 140 miles away, is the only insurance that you will find them at all.

Then came my epiphany: Why does a dog require kosher chicken? Ah, and treife chicken breasts cost only $5. I ran out to buy our first package.

But wait. It’s not quite so easy. After all, serving treife in a kosher home has its unforeseen demands. Now we need a new pot, with a special lid. With what will we cut the chicken? A new knife. What about a new fork and tongs? On what will we slice the chicken? Our kosher cutting board? No, go buy a new one. We don’t want treife to spill over onto our counter, do we? Purchasing a new counter cover –custom fit – is in order. What about our sink? A new scrub brush, sponge, gloves, dishpan, and drainer. Just to play it safe, we buy a separate bottle of soap.

By the time we turn around, we have invested $200 to feed Minnie her damned chicken. She must consume 70 pounds of treife for us simply to break even. (My math may be off a little.)

Meanwhile, I am eating moldy cheese on stale bread. God looks down from heaven, not thundering in disapproval, but simply laughing at this schlemiel. In the meantime, Minnie is demanding rice pilaf. I tell her, “Not before you go to the mikvah!”