Dog Day!

It came! My bones finally showed up.

Yeah, I'm happy.

And tired. It takes a lot of energy to make your way through a five inch knuckle, never mind the peanutbutter.

It's now two and a half inches of bone and a few bits of bone shavings. I was going to clean up the mess, but hey, J's got a rug cleaner.

She complained about the bone chips I left behind. Naturally, I ignored her. If she didn't want me to make a mess, she shouldn't have given me the bone.

It's not like I could have opened the package myself. (thumbs...yeah) The kid opened the box and that wasn't an easy thing. I was afraid she'd go for my blueberry dog biscuits. She was reading that box pretty closely. She finally gave it up.

I had to get a little testy with the Menace. Idiot feline. No sense of decorum. He tried to pull my bone away. What was he going to do with it? Nothing, that's what. At least the Irritant kept her distance.

Both J and the kid were carrying on about how they didn't know a dog could actually eat bone. What did they think happened to it? Every now and then, she buys me a bone that starts out to be six or seven inches long. When it gets to be three inches or so and all lopsided, she starts trying to get me another one.

For a writer, she doesn't pay enough attention, does she?

Obviously, she needs me to remind her about the important stuff. Besides, she's got the back-up bone still wrapped up in the kitchen. I guess I'll keep her around so she can give it to me--and put peanutbutter in it.

Oh yeah--those cats are enjoying what they got in the mail, too. A nice big box and lots of packing paper.

something for everyone...

Cosmo