Marrow Bone

I stopped by the local Publix Grocery store to get my poor dog a bone. But when I got there, the bone shelf was bare and so the puppy got none. Actually, It was the third Publix I had checked for bones and usually the one I stopped by last always had a large selection. Today, the butcher's response was the same as at the other stores, "The warehouse only sent sent cut up bones." I was not liking that answer. After going back and forth a few times, he said, "Wait a second, I think I saw one knuckle bone back there on a platter of small cuts." He went back into the cavern and came back with a good size bone.

I thought it would do fine. After dinner I gave Shadow the bone. He was jumping up and down; he could smell the meat still attached to the bone. I put the bone in his dish and he snatched it up so fast. He acted like he'd never been fed. He turned it over and over like a kid with a favorite Christmas present. Then the noshing began. Shadow kept occupied with that rascal for a solid hour. He was a happy puppy and I like to see him content.

I always try to get him a large bone because I am afraid he'll try to swallow a small bone whole and choke on it. No, he never gets chicken, lamb or pork bones. Those jaws of his would crunch them to splinters and terrorize his stomach. Nope, Beef is what he gets and they seem to suit him just fine.