My family has had a power juicer that you can make fruit and vegetable juice and we don't add sugar too it so i was wondering if we can give my dog some juice from there.
(i.e. fresh apple juice)
Yes you can! Dogs love fresh fruits, veggies,and meat like,
apples
bananas
oranges
grapes
carrots
ham
liver
turkey
deer meat
Stuff like that keeps a dog healthy!
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What are some of your toddlers favorite fresh fruit juice combinations?
I have a Jack LaLane power juicer and love to make juice. I just gave my son apple and water melon and he took the cup and threw it in the trash. I don't think he liked it.
What are some of your toddlers fav s?
I thought it tasted good! lol
those are his 2 favorite whole fruits.
Back from Battle: San Jose veteran12/13/10 Contra Costa TimesOver nearly a decade of American-led combat between the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, thousands of military personnel from the Bay Area have deployed, often several times, into combat zones. Most have returned home to friends, family and civilian life forever changed.”Back from Battle” is an occasional series of personal accounts from Bay Area veterans of the two wars. This week, Army reservist Rebecca Murga of San Jose writes about the transition home and the challenge of explaining the experience of deployment.Iraq and Afghanistan veterans who would like to participate in the project can call reporter John Simerman at 925-943-8072 or e-mail MurgaAge: 32Military branch: Army ReserveHome: San JoseDeployed: Twice to Iraq, in 2007-08 and 2008-09People used to ask me when I go back, “So how does it feel to be home?” I would always answer the same way: “Great. It feels great to be back.” But if you want to hear the long answer:You feel grateful. Grateful of everything. Grateful of birthdays and Veterans Day; of weekends and picnics; of cool crisp air on warm summer days; of cold beer in frosty mugs; of dogs playing with their cute floppy ears; of soft fabrics like silk.I went out and purchased a pair of silk-covered pajamas as soon as I got back. Fresh fruit. Eggs. Oh, wonderful eggs. Not the eggs poured from a box, but real eggs with their white shells on. Milk. Mmmmm, ice cold milk. Driving a car and feeling the smooth ride of the highway. Cell phones that were shiny and new, Internet access, private bathrooms.And how about plain old privacy — wanting to be alone a lot of the time, not sharing a bathroom with 40 other women. Taking warm showers for longer than four minutes a pop, drinking ice cold water or fresh juice — and alcohol. All types of alcohol: having a glass of wine before dinner, a cocktail for lunch, mimosa for breakfast.You become frustrated. Frustrated at the people in line at the supermarket who don’t have their money out in time. Frustrated at your friends who sit around complaining about their five-day workweeks and their bosses who give them a “hard time.” They have no idea.Frustrated at people who offer their opinion of the war, because deep down inside you could care less about the politics. You just wanted to serve your country. You just wanted to make a difference.You become irritated. Irritated at fairs and large supermarkets. Irritated at large groups of people. Irritated at the pushing and shoving at Great America. Irritated when people don’t realize what’s happening on the other side of the world. Irritated at your parents, at your friends, at your family.The regiment is gone, the routine, the friends that you made along the way, everything you considered to be a royal pain you now missed with longing, wanting to almost be back there.Almost.You sit around torn between wanting to go back to the life you knew and wanting to completely forget some of the memories. Trying in vain to cut them out of your head. I tried to edit my deployment. For the entire article:
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Back from Battle: San Jose veteran12/13/10 Contra Costa TimesOver nearly a decade of American-led combat between the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, thousands of military personnel from the Bay Area have deployed, often several times, into combat zones. Most have returned home to friends, family and civilian life forever changed.”Back from Battle” is an occasional series of personal accounts from Bay Area veterans of the two wars. This week, Army reservist Rebecca Murga of San Jose writes about the transition home and the challenge of explaining the experience of deployment.Iraq and Afghanistan veterans who would like to participate in the project can call reporter John Simerman at 925-943-8072 or e-mail MurgaAge: 32Military branch: Army ReserveHome: San JoseDeployed: Twice to Iraq, in 2007-08 and 2008-09People used to ask me when I go back, “So how does it feel to be home?” I would always answer the same way: “Great. It feels great to be back.” But if you want to hear the long answer:You feel grateful. Grateful of everything. Grateful of birthdays and Veterans Day; of weekends and picnics; of cool crisp air on warm summer days; of cold beer in frosty mugs; of dogs playing with their cute floppy ears; of soft fabrics like silk.I went out and purchased a pair of silk-covered pajamas as soon as I got back. Fresh fruit. Eggs. Oh, wonderful eggs. Not the eggs poured from a box, but real eggs with their white shells on. Milk. Mmmmm, ice cold milk. Driving a car and feeling the smooth ride of the highway. Cell phones that were shiny and new, Internet access, private bathrooms.And how about plain old privacy — wanting to be alone a lot of the time, not sharing a bathroom with 40 other women. Taking warm showers for longer than four minutes a pop, drinking ice cold water or fresh juice — and alcohol. All types of alcohol: having a glass of wine before dinner, a cocktail for lunch, mimosa for breakfast.You become frustrated. Frustrated at the people in line at the supermarket who don’t have their money out in time. Frustrated at your friends who sit around complaining about their five-day workweeks and their bosses who give them a “hard time.” They have no idea.Frustrated at people who offer their opinion of the war, because deep down inside you could care less about the politics. You just wanted to serve your country. You just wanted to make a difference.You become irritated. Irritated at fairs and large supermarkets. Irritated at large groups of people. Irritated at the pushing and shoving at Great America. Irritated when people don’t realize what’s happening on the other side of the world. Irritated at your parents, at your friends, at your family.The regiment is gone, the routine, the friends that you made along the way, everything you considered to be a royal pain you now missed with longing, wanting to almost be back there.Almost.You sit around torn between wanting to go back to the life you knew and wanting to completely forget some of the memories. Trying in vain to cut them out of your head. I tried to edit my deployment. For the entire article: