Amazing, they must be very clever. Mine are getting a huge dinosaur bone each split lengthways so they can get to the marrow. They are massive over 2 foot long.
Hehe...when we worked in the WA Lands back in 2009 we had three of the present four girls with us and even though we had six foot chain wire fences around the house I still had to clean up the camel bones after those dogs dragged full grown camels over the fence, dispatched them and ate ALL the meat!
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If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.
My girls are Misha, Maddy, Morgan and Muffin. RIP Jen, my princess.
RIP Molly, our dear girl who crossed the Rainbow Bridge 24/10/2016. A loyal and faithful companion.
Hehe...when we worked in the WA Lands back in 2009 we had three of the present four girls with us and even though we had six foot chain wire fences around the house I still had to clean up the camel bones after those dogs dragged full grown camels over the fence, dispatched them and ate ALL the meat!
Nooooooo......they called it survival......................................alright, I lied about the fences.................................they were only five feet high................................
Not murder either coz they ate 'em alive............................
I fibbed about that bit as well
-- Edited by Spook on Saturday 24th of December 2011 08:57:25 PM
-- Edited by Spook on Saturday 24th of December 2011 08:58:34 PM
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If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.
My girls are Misha, Maddy, Morgan and Muffin. RIP Jen, my princess.
RIP Molly, our dear girl who crossed the Rainbow Bridge 24/10/2016. A loyal and faithful companion.
Merry christmas to my doggie mates, you are all the best.
Why because you love your furry babbies, and that makes you rather special and unique. Hope you all have a lovely day, and that the next year will be peaceful and interesting.
Take care on the roads, our girls are having roast chicken today with roast pumpkin, one of their favourites.
Gosh Rosie, it's hard being a mother of boisterous bruisers. The dinosaur bones are good but I always make sure there's a spare one because inevitably one smartypants will hide their bone and then try to pinch someone else's. And you can imagine the carryon.
The other lovely consequence is that they roll all over their bones because they are so big and stink to high heaven.... bath time tomorrow