It was a stressful day. I visited my dentist and underwent an extraction, one of many in preparation for implants. It wasn’t as horrible as anticipated, though I will admit I do get anxious whenever my trusted dental expert schedules to remove something I’ve grown up with and have learned to depend upon like a front tooth. Needless to say today some comedic relief would have been wonderful, and with this in mind, here’s the story:
I was going back to the kitchen to refill my drink with ice and Jerry was preparing dinner. He turned to me, then looked down and exclaimed,
“Hey, where’s the other ear of corn?” and before I could say anything, he bolted past me and found the stolen item beside another bone on the dog bed in the living room. May was not owning up to it, and) conspicuously nowhere near the crime. She is not only a bone hoarder but also a corn-on-the-cob thief. We’ve caught her before, and one time, it took her three days to finally poop out the cob.
I could not hold back and burst out and laughed the gut-busting kind of laugh, complete with tears and belly cramps, followed by giggles and more laughing.
May and my hubby gave me the best gift, stress relief!
May on dog bed with bones beside her. May the dog on her bed with her bones
May the Dog Chronicles – Christmas 2020 unveiled canine gifts judiciously chosen with two objectives in mind: price and product longevity. We were not going to spend more than ten bucks a bone and the product would need to be tough enough to deter a beaver, er, a young dog with terminator teeth. Before I get further along with this post, let me also mention we wanted to avoid a product with toe breaker status, as in the real beef bones that, when dropped or kicked, will feel like it just crushed multiple digit flanges. We have grown to hate these bones and yet we cannot part with them, like a broken toilet seat.
It’s funny how the mind forgets going through this with other dogs. Nikka, for instance, possessed razor-edged chompers that shaved off skin with a mere touch. May’s gleaming fangs, while not like razors, honor the years of knuckle bandages and Nyla bones of her predecessor, Nikka, with honing the ends of nyla like bones which lay in wait to impale a foot with prison shank precision.
Back to the purchases. We finally added two large breed Nyla brand wish bone flavored bones and a Nyla like chew that looked like a hammer or T. On Christmas day May and Bailey both put some dents in all of them and we shivered with dread when the T shaped bone was determined to also be a toe breaker. At least it wasn’t my foot put to the test. Don’t worry, Jerry’s foot didn’t bruise. may and her bones
“I’m missing a lollipop,” says Jerry.
“Look in May’s crate for it,”
A minute later, Jerry returns with the as yet uneaten candy, still in the wrapper.
“She hid it under the towel in her crate,”
Saving it for later, I guess.