So, today she went to a place called Massage Envy to have a Massage, because they were doing a benefit for the Susan G. Komen Foundation, a cause that is close to my muzzer's heart. (hehe) (survivor joke!)
Anyway.... When she came back she had this really cool, looooooong bully stick thing for me. And I said..."Muzzer, what am I supposed to do with this?"
And Muzzer said "Aw, Gussie, I'm sure you can figure it out."
So, I did. And I figure that this bully stick thing may last me for a couple of days or more!
I have been chewing for an hour now, and my jaws are pretty weary. Look how much of this thing there is left! Wowsa! I want one of these for the car trip home! Between that, and naps, I may just not even care that there are no Steak n Shakes after you leave Oklahoma City!
Muzzer also brought home this ropey tug toy kind of thing. It used to look just like the one that I took up to Ioway for Mr. Butcho, to distract him while I was busy courting Miss Snickers. (It worked!) What you see, perched pitifully on the counter in front of the microwave, are the remains after approximately a minute and a half. Muzzer is ticked because you can't tell how cute he was before I started dismantling him. Wouldn't you think that she would know by know that she has to take pictures first, then give me the toy? She may never learn. This happened in the amount of time it took her to change the batteries in her little magical camera. And she is no slouch at load and lock on that thing.
Well, I am properly chastened (see me hiding my eye with my paw? And I have promised not to do this again .... Until the next time she brings something home with a squeaker in it!
Humility is not a breed characteristic among wire fox terriers.