Peabodys treat

It's like Christmas when we receive a package from the States.

Not only for Harry, myself, and Kayne.... but the animals are thrilled as well.

I guess US bones are better than Greek ones? I will have to take Peabody's word on it. She worked like a surgeon for hours on that bone. When I handed it over.... she whimpered and whined. She stood at the door and cried to go out. Which would be fine if it were an everyday Greek bone.... however, this one was not going outside for her to bury and later dig it up once the bone has been sufficiently covered with mold.

So she settled for a spot on the rug and went to work. Oliver was busy with his own assortment of treats. He loves Greenies. But when the Greenies no longer captures his attention he strayed over to Peabody and her bone.... only to be met with a snarling growl.

Some things are sacred. Like Diet Mountain Dew.... I typically do not offer any Dew when company comes over.

Blessings to those who willing share,

Kristie