If Becky Brandon née Bloomwood ever got a puppy, I think I could give her a run for her money. Every time I see a cute doggy treat, I have to buy it for Max. Last week we went to the pet store to pick up dog food and some treats. Unfortunately all the treats we bought, Max didn’t like. Luckily my brother remembered which ones he tasted in the store and bought him some of those. He adores the little smelly crusty looking things.
Last night I grabbed a rawhide bone when picking up dog food at the supermarket. If Max wasn’t excited enough just to see me and be let downstairs, he was super-duper ecstatic when I pulled the bone out of the bag. He attempted several times to jump and grab it from my hands while I unwrapped it—but what Max doesn’t know is that I am quite quick myself. Ha! (Yes, I occasionally tease him, but not nearly as often as I tease babies and toddlers… you get a much better reaction of frustration from them! Ha!)
When we finally got the wrapping off, I let him jump up and grab it—and off he went. I told him “Go show Grandma your bone,” and he ran right into the living room over to grandma’s chair. How smart is he!!! Good boy Max!
Then he stood IMpatiently at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me to move the door so he could run up. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to eat it or hide it, so I let him go and waited IMpatiently (we have that in common) in the kitchen for him to return for dinner.
A while later I checked in on him to discover he had already eaten about 1/3 of the bone and he wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. While I probably should have taken it away and made him eat his dinner first.
I just let him eat the rawhide until his heart was content, and he decided it was time for a bowl o’ chicken and gravy.
Although since he has arrived I have spent much of my time at home playing with him and entertaining him in every way possible, I realize that I cannot keep that up forever, and am happy that the rubber Kong (daytime only!) and rawhide bones make him very very happy.
I also must remember that rawhide causes dogs to pass very smelly gas… and Max likes to sleep the opposite direction of me in bed!