Today I am a fuzzy man of 6. And being that I am a fine, mature Airedale I require a gift which befits my status.
That will do.
NOM NOM NOM
I don’t get these very often – my silly vegetarian mama apparently has difficulty buying them (she never remembers which kind of bones they are, where they are located in the ShopRite, yada yada yada) – but I’m happy she remembered to buy me one for my birthday.
Marrow bones are delicious – but not the easiest thing in the world to eat. By design? Perhaps. But an advanced canine mind such as mine will figure out a way.
I have found, through trial and error, that this is the preferred position for maximum bone-crunching goodness. Well, this position does hold you down, and it lasts until you’ve got to get your mighty paws around the bone to keep it from launching across the floor.
Damn, this is good.
I know I shouldn’t talk with my mouth full but who could resist? Oh wait… we’re going to go for a midday walkie? But it’s raining – hard – outside. Hell yeah I wanna go – saddle me up, mama!
Drowned rat hairdo – check. Slightly glazed over look in eyes from walking through monsoon – check. Happiness to be both indoors and in Just Dogs Gourmet – priceless.
Oh, the agony of choice.
I’ll take one of those, and one of those, and two of those…
I could just stay here mama, you know, to do some quality control, make sure that everything is being prepared just right…
I did well. Being six is a very good thing. I got one cookie for each year I’ve been here with mama – two little ones count as one! A burger, a squirrel, a black cat, a penguin, two hearts, and two carob cups.
I won’t eat them all – I’d like to avoid this embarrassing fiasco again (not to mention that I don’t have my Airedale buddies close by to, uh, “help” me out). Some for today, some for tomorrow.