We wuv our bones

As the temperature gradually warms up and the daylight hours begin to lengthen, the dogs have been staying out on the terrace more often. Last week I gave each of them a prosciutto bone that had been briefly cooked in boiling water (it removes much of the fatty grease). This was a FIRST for Mister B, and while it wasn’t for Maddie, it inevitably was the first TIME where she realized that there was more than one ham bone to go around and that the other dog was sharing in the spoils.

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This is not good…not good I tell you! Drat! He has one too?

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The westie is a consummate burier of bones. Check the cinder block – the bone is under the mound of dirt pushed up against it.

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