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A dog and her bone.
She must have thought the short time they were able to spend together yesterday evening wasn't enough... at 5:30am she pulled the good ole ploy, "BARK! INTRUDER! ALERT! DANGER!" grownup bark to wake us up pretty quickly.
She went outside and ran straight for her bone. It didn't leave her mouth even while she was squatting for a pee and she didn't want to come back inside (she's learned if she wants to be with her bone, they both have to be outside the house).
Got her back in and she ate her leftover biscuits from last night and settled back down in her doggy bed. We were thinking we could get in an hour of solid napping before getting up for work... ha. She whined, she whinged, she wailed and finally she barked.
So wonderful guy and puppy 'dad' he is, Nathan hauled himself out of bed and let her out again. Straight for her bone.
She's been at it for a solid hour, has ran into the house with bone securely locked in her jaws, jumped on the bed (and me) and flew back off to hide outside. Now she knows I'm up she's content to run around the backyard with her new best friend.
Bella has only recently come to know the love which is a good bone. When she was little she'd throw nice raw chicken necks or bones up at 2 or 3am (every. single. time at 2 or 3am. never 6 or 7, always 2 or 3).
Note to self - give her the bone when she can spend a good 5 hours playing with it...
She must have thought the short time they were able to spend together yesterday evening wasn't enough... at 5:30am she pulled the good ole ploy, "BARK! INTRUDER! ALERT! DANGER!" grownup bark to wake us up pretty quickly.
She went outside and ran straight for her bone. It didn't leave her mouth even while she was squatting for a pee and she didn't want to come back inside (she's learned if she wants to be with her bone, they both have to be outside the house).
Got her back in and she ate her leftover biscuits from last night and settled back down in her doggy bed. We were thinking we could get in an hour of solid napping before getting up for work... ha. She whined, she whinged, she wailed and finally she barked.
So wonderful guy and puppy 'dad' he is, Nathan hauled himself out of bed and let her out again. Straight for her bone.
She's been at it for a solid hour, has ran into the house with bone securely locked in her jaws, jumped on the bed (and me) and flew back off to hide outside. Now she knows I'm up she's content to run around the backyard with her new best friend.
Bella has only recently come to know the love which is a good bone. When she was little she'd throw nice raw chicken necks or bones up at 2 or 3am (every. single. time at 2 or 3am. never 6 or 7, always 2 or 3).
Note to self - give her the bone when she can spend a good 5 hours playing with it...