So a few days ago Jim was making chili colorado, and the first part of it was to bone the chuck roast he had thawed previously. Ruby thought this was a terribly interesting activity.
She knows that eventually she will get the delectable bone, and is content to wait in the living room until delivery is imminent. This is very convenient, because a large dog underfoot does not make kitchen work any easier.
Eventually, the bone was extracted, and the presentation was made.
Waiting for the photographer to get her shot was very difficult. But eventually I managed to get a good image, and then — Nirvana.
She wasted no time in demolishing the tidbit. Within fifteen minutes, all but the thickest portion was gone. She chose to bury that part for further seasoning in her sand pile.
I’m not sure why sand makes a bone taste better unless it adds an interesting crunch. Anyway, yesterday she excavated the last little nub and finished it off.
Yes, we spoil our dog. She deserves it.