This is a never-before seen baby picture that my mama just found in her camera!
Every now and then we get to enjoy a nice hard tooth scraping bone. I love bones so much, and my mama likes them too because they redirect my attention to something that I am allowed and encouraged to destroy.This is me, hoarding both mine and Patches bones:
Patches fianlly figured out that I took claim to his bone and came over to investigate. He stood on the top of his kennel and stared at me for about 10 minutes before I looked up and gave him the stink eye.
Patches knew he was defeated, so he thought he would try to barter with me and brought over a chewed up Bar-B-Chew as a trade. Not so fast little one! I only take fair and even trades, my friend, and that corn cob is missing all of it's corn! If it was a new chewie right out of the package then maybe I would consider it. (Maybe, but probably not...seeing how I could just steal that also and lay on top of it as well.)In response, I gingerly placed my free hand on my new bone, for added drama.