I went back to the task at hand, cutting the bits into even smaller bits for the old cat. The thought crossed my mind that I should see where Ray was going with his greasy bone, so I looked around to check on the dog.
There was a little pool of dog drool right where Ray had been standing. The pool turned into a string of saliva that stretched from the kitchen into the living room. I followed it from there into the front hall where Ray was standing over his bone, a few flecks of meat dotting the carpet around his feet. I couldn't turn the poor dog out into the cold so I went to get one of the spare dog throws. I picked up his bone, flung the old tablecloth on top of the carpet, and dropped the bone back where it had been.
Ray settled in. Twenty minutes later, not a morsel of meat remained on the bone and Ray was upstairs on the bed sleeping off his treat.
|Excuse me, waiter, could you suggest a nice red to go with my dinner.|
|I enjoy dining in an establishment with table linens.|
|My compliments to the chef. This is truly the best rib bone I've ever had.|
Love your captions :)ReplyDelete
Tanks to both.ReplyDelete
What a nice treat for Ray! Lucky you that he didn't take it upstairs to the bed. Our Hiker does that with special treats, up and on the bed.ReplyDelete
My pack once left me a treat on my bed - a dead mole :)Delete
Only one word for dead moles. GROSS.Delete
Ray has a sophisticated palate for a hound...my hounds aren't nearly so refined!ReplyDelete
I've often thought so. It comes with his delicate digestive system.Delete
Weird for a hound, no?
I love that he left "breadcrumbs" so you could easily find him! What a wonderful treat for him - he'll be dreaming about that for quite some time I am sure! :)ReplyDelete