Hello. It’s me!
Yup, I’ve got a VEGGIE BONE!!!
Here’s a video of me hiding the veggie bone … nobody will find it in the couch, #amirite?
I guess if there’s video evidence of me hiding it there, somebody is bound to find it. So I took the VEGGIE BONE elsewhere.
Then I hid the VEGGIE BONE so well that I couldn’t get to it! Help!
Dad saved the day … he rescued my VEGGIE BONE!
From there, it was a frantic rush around the house culminating in the digestion of the VEGGIE BONE.
Every Wednesday and Sunday, Dad puts a VEGGIE BONE in my dish. Every Wednesday and Sunday, I partake in big time excitement culminating in sumptuous nourishment.
Maybe I could get a bonus VEGGIE BONE? Dad? What do you say?
I bet you will get than bonus bone Dashie!
“Nothin’ like a good veggie bone,” I always say!
Doesn’t your mom and dad realize that dogs are meat eaters–not vegans??? Sheesh! But–I guess if you like them–that is O.K.
It is raining cats and dogs here ( VERY BIG DOGS) The baseball field at St Francis Church is a pond—I expect shark fins to float by any minute. Guess I will go upstairs and quilt–SIGH!!! Auntie Janet