Do you remember this bone? This was Riley's birthday present....in August. He's savoring it. He's finally decided it's time to eat it. What does that mean for me and Brian? It means he carries it around, wants to sleep with it, wants us to throw it, wants to put it on the bed....
Last night, after we'd settled in for the night, lights were out, books were closed....I hear the classic dog nails on the hardwood. Riley, prancing out to the living room and prancing back, brought his giant bone back to sleep with. Uh oh, but he ran into an issue. Low and behold, he can't get his bone through the door easily. So, what do we hear next? Rawhide against wood, dog nails on the hardwood floors....scraping, banging, dropping....all of it. Finally, he gets through the door, but is quickly met by yet another hurdle...carrying the bone through the narrow walkway between our foot board and our dresser....more scraping, more whining, more rawhide knocking against wood....
I finally got up and put his bone on his bed for him...where he settled in to lick it nonstop forever....
It's a good thing he's cute!
1 comment:
HE IS GORGEOUS!!
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