Shadow is “my” dog

Shadow cracks me up.

Our neighbor works in a slaughter house. He really likes Shadow and she likes him too. But only because he’s always bringing over beef bones for her. We store them in the freezer and give them to her as treats. We don’t thaw them out before giving them to her. Just pull it out of the freezer and and hand them to her. She carries it around the house and whines and cries .. she’s looking for a place to “bury” it. Sometimes it ends up in the dirty laundry, or in the couch cushions. Sometimes in her cage. It just depends. Eventually she’ll go “dig” it back up then start chewing off the meat. It’ll entertain her for an hour or two. She even licks the marrow out of the bone. When they are “clean” she brings them back to me. Drops them in my lap. I finally figured out why she does that. When we run out of beef bones, we take old ones and fill them with peanut butter and freeze them as a replacement treat. Well, she LOVES peanut butter. And what she wants is a reload of a bone, with peanut butter. I thought she was giving me the bone as an offering .. silly bighead me. It’s not about me, it’s all about her.


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