The Englishman likes to buy our three dogs large bones as a
treat. He gets them from the meat
section of the grocery store and I’m quite sure they are from a dinosaur.
Shrink wrapped in clear plastic to hold the
gristly bits inside, the dogs eagerly wait as the Englishman carefully cuts
through the plastic. Charlie and Chase
quickly discard their bones and take a nap.
Abby crunches and munches away at her bone until it is coated in the
perfect amount of drool. That’s when
Charlie strikes. She’s done all the hard
work and Charlie casually takes it away.
Abby, unbothered, starts on Charlie’s discarded bone. When she is distracted, Chase spirits it
away. Abby then moves to Chase’s bone.
After a few days, there are bone fragments throughout the
house. Some are in the open, others are
hidden. The best time to find the bones
is after midnight. As we sleep soundly
in our bed, we inevitably will be roused with the sounds of Abby working her jaws
on a piece of bone that she smuggled into her bed. Take away that fragment and a moment later,
she has another one. So if anyone
wonders why I look tired or need a second cup of strong coffee, it is because I
am bone weary.
