That's *my* bone

Hey there, Mr. Sneaky Pants, that's *my* bone!

And don't you try to take it away from me.

Unless of course it means we're gonna play some more ;-)

But I am still "handy"

Notwithstanding my bandaged paw, I can still manage to eat my chew bone. Ironic, you might say, that people think dewclaws are useful for dogs to hold onto bones and such.

Well, I guess I'm just "handy" -- not to mention incredibly skillful, and otherwise quite impressive ;-)

This is mine

Yep, all mine. Myyyyy bone.


But I like you, so you can have it if you want.

(Not) biting the hand that feeds me #2

Well, OK, so maybe this isn't food. But you get the idea.

I just LOVE my chew bone treat, and I just LOVE the person who gives it to me.

Can't recall who this was at the moment. Oh, who cares, I got my bone ;-)

Gotta keep 'em guessing

Ya see, ya gotta be careful. It can be pretty easy to fall into a routine.

Up at this time; pee; breakfast; more snoozing; etc, etc.

They think they have me pegged. Well, a while back the parents bought these rawhide bones (they said it was because I had bad breath -- well thanksalot). I tried them for a couple of days, but (seemingly) decided they just weren't for me.

Well, wouldn't you know, just to keep 'em guessing, the other day I just started knawing on the things again. Just went and found one and started a good hour of chewing. Did it again the next night.

Maybe it's because I overheard that they were going to return them to the doggie store. Never let any treats that come into the house leave uneaten. That's my saying ;-)