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!
Awww… poor poochie. :)
by Tempest Knight July 30th, 2007 at 9:36 amYou are! That was cold.
by Lisa Andel July 30th, 2007 at 4:41 pmMine can bring theirs in once they clean off all the extraneous crap that would muck up the rug.
Lisa, this bone was still fairly “ripe” with flesh attached. Ick city!!
by Shelley Munro July 30th, 2007 at 5:01 pmAnimal cruelty! Animal cruelty! Lol. I wouldn’t let a nasty fleshy bone in my house either. :-)
by December Quinn/Stacia Kane July 31st, 2007 at 2:00 amHehe poor thing. I’m more of a cat person myself. And she’s only allowed outside on our deck.
by Christine d'Abo July 31st, 2007 at 4:49 am