My sister saved a big soup bone for William
yesterday. We knew he would love it. He prefers his bones cooked; I've even seen him walk away from a raw bone. Fussy, fussy!
We were right! He wouldn’t let it out of his mouth, even to go outdoors. Every night shortly after
dark, he goes out; when he comes in, he gets his very yummy supplement. He had
a really hard time leaving the bone behind when he went out, and grabbed it
again as he walked through the door.
There was no supplement waiting
for him! I thought I'd wait until he was done enjoying the bone. He was shocked! What a
dilemma! He walked around holding the bone and crying, wanting both at
once.
Life is hard when you’re a dog!
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