It's going to be my own fault really... I didn't have to roast her another bone, or give it to her when it seemed she was about to call it a day. But here she is, ignoring that giant moquito thing flying around the house, ignoring the cat, ignoring the people walking past our house (some guard dog). All she cares about is that greasy, juicy, roasted bone. That same bone I will have to hide or it will be deep under the covers, where I will find it around 4am... after my toe goes into the marrow hole...
2 comments:
aww, but that happy-pup face makes up for the grease marks and the toe in the marrow hole, right?
I can see why you love her so much- she's Adorable!
Those treats I scrolled past are prettty yummy looking BTW!
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