July 30th, 2007
Our wee dog hates getting wet. Today she was outside eating her bone and it started raining. There was thunder and lightning along with the driving rain. The next minute I hear a loud thunk. I looked at the door and the bone is inside on the mat with the dog still standing outside but peering in at me with a hopeful expression on her little furry face. She wanted me to change my rule about bones inside. I didn’t. I’m such a meanie!
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July 30th, 2007 at 9:36 am · Link
Awww… poor poochie. :)
July 30th, 2007 at 4:41 pm · Link
You are! That was cold.
Mine can bring theirs in once they clean off all the extraneous crap that would muck up the rug.
July 30th, 2007 at 5:01 pm · Link
Lisa, this bone was still fairly “ripe” with flesh attached. Ick city!!
July 31st, 2007 at 2:00 am · Link
Animal cruelty! Animal cruelty! Lol. I wouldn’t let a nasty fleshy bone in my house either. :-)
July 31st, 2007 at 4:49 am · Link
Hehe poor thing. I’m more of a cat person myself. And she’s only allowed outside on our deck.