Bones, bones and more bones
Having four dogs around the house means we need lots of bones! And it’s not possible to just pass out four. I have to have extras for when they steal each other’s. Flower used to be the biggest culprit in that area, but Nigel outdoes her. I haven’t figured out yet if there is a way to mark them, like you would a plastic glass at a party, so I know who is stealing whose.
I did discover that the Dollar Tree has retriever rolls, mini rawhide bones and pressed bones, which is a relief. They might not be their favorite treats, but they seem to like them all. All of the dogs happily chewed on what I gave them for a long time. I have bought the small red and white rawhide bones before, but I have never seen the girls demolish one. Nigel sat next to me for a good hour unraveling his into a gooey mess.
When he let it go and Dottie picked it up to try to help him finish it off, they had a growling contest. Neither would back down, so I had to intercede. Dottie happily chewed on one of the treats at Shih Tzu Central for quite a while, which gave Flower the opportunity to jump up on the couch without any dirty looks or growls from the couch monitor. I gave her a good rub down, and she jumped down as soon as I stopped. Whenever she does that I tell her she is a user; of course, she doesn’t know what that means.
Nigel stayed outside by himself for a long time today. It’s tough being an outsider. But, hopefully it’s just an adjustment period. When he came inside, I was eating an apple and offered him a piece. He ate it like I thought he would. I still haven’t been able to get the girls to try one.
Dottie was in a playful mood today, so she picked a play fight with Candy. Then, Flower jumped into the fray. It’s always funny when Dottie gets involved, because she is usually so mellow.
Oh ! Nigel is such a cute little doggie !! Alright not as sweet as you 3 girls, but mom made me wrote this …
I still have to tell you in what language I write my blog, well it’s Flemish. We live in a small country in Europe, called Belgium. And as a good citizen I speak 4 languages, Flemish of course, French, English and German. And I almost forgot the Doggy-language in which I am fluent, but mom is still learning … ;-))
Mom let us answer on her user ID, so she wouldn’t have to sign out and let us sign on. Thank you for saying we are cuter! Nigel is a little bit of a brat, but I guess he’s okay. We tried to translate your blog, but Mom only knows how to do it a sentence at a time, so we couldn’t read much. Do you know how we could translate it easier? We can’t believe you speak four languages! Wow! We wish Mom would learn doggy language! She knows a little, but not enough. I hope you have something fun planned for the day!