Happiness is…

...a fermented rawhide bone!
Well, Mom turned her back for just a second, and I got that brand new rawhide bone outside. I buried it in a “secret place”, under the creosote bush just behind the wall. Don’t tell her.
Then I forgot about it.
One day after a rain, I smelled something… well… something.
So I dug it up!
It was The Rawhide Bone! All soggy and floppy and smelly, just like I like it!
So I brought it out to show Mom, so that in the future she could see that this is what I’m looking for when she goes to the dogtoyfood store.









While I appreciate those nice clean hard rawhide bones she brings home, this is really what I want.
Flava!!
paws,
Deuce

PS Leslie here. Deuce did manage to get that rawhide bone outside, buried it, and he now periodically digs it up, goes crazy tossing it around and dancing around it. Then re-buries it until he decides to dig it up and dance with it some more.
He is hilarious.
We are getting some good mileage out of this rawhide bone. He hasn’t tried to bring it in the house, because I think he thinks I might throw it away.
He’s right. I would.
Leslie
