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Aw yeah. Home alone. Can scream blood out of my lungs right now, and no one would hear me.
Wait a minute... this started out being the description of a positive thing. My solitude! My freedom! My... creep out-ed-ness!
Mom went down to Florida for the big 'cousins reunion' from her side of the family. I was invited. I considered it for less time then I would consider not breathing. Nothing shudders me more than the thought of having to repeat my doings of the last 4 years to 60 people whom I don't know, nor particularly want to know. So I volunteered to watch the dog. Fine by me. I've actually been having fun with it. My dog, Sage, a Black-and-Tan Coonhound, and an old one at that, has little fun these days. She can't run like she used to. Nor wrestle the tug-o-war rope I trained her with 10 years ago. So, before this mini-vacation of me as her caretaker began, I tried to think of everything that would make this week one of her best ever (and quite possibly one of her last best-evers). So I did a little shopping.
Walmart has more dog edibles then I would think possible. I don't actually remember the last time I was looking for dog treats as Sage food is a mom job, but heck. Where have I been. Last i remember the dog dreat world consisted of "Snasauges" (coolest name ever, and cool commercials) and a couple other similar type things. Now, I can't say the dog section matched the selection of the cereal isle (although I *almost* can say that), but it certainly matched its luminosity. The marketing machines for dog treats are on high. The cartoony "Dopey Dog" pictures, each portraying a dog looking completely high on top-grade wacky tobbaky, affected me negatively. I don't want to buy the synthetic equivalent of would be "Dog Nip"- especially not after seeing the nuclear-yellow, bacon-smoke flavor "Twisty Chews". Dogs don't eat "Twisty Chews". They eat meat. They use those incisors to tear into felled creatures that they rip and tear as they howl and snarf blood and guts all over their snarling muzzles. "Twisty Chews". What an insult to the beast within all dogs.
Then I saw the plastic wrapped bones. Bones, real bones, wrapped in cellophane and packaged as if it processed; and yes, they too are slapped with a Dopey Dog picture. This time it's Pound Puppy Pussy Dog, eyes closed, licking the bone as if it was a friggin lollipop.
Like hell.
I headed to the butcher area of the store, slapped down some bucks, and purchased me some bloody femur. Yup.
I built up some major anticipation before presenting the "kill" to my elderly Coonhound. "What's in the bag?!?! WHAT"S IN THE BAG?!?!" This sort of taunting gets that tail wagging so fast it's actually broken a window before. No lie. She has a fairly lean tail, but it can really get whippy and snappy (and slappy, and sometimes crappy) when she's excited. Anyway, the Mystery of the Bag got her goin'. Sit her under a drum kit and she could handle all the double-bass work for Fear Factory. She even got me excited about what was in the bag, and I already knew what it was...
Out clops the bone onto the kitchen floor. She looked at it for a moment. Looked at me. Looked at it, smelled the air a little, gave the bone some ultra-fast, hyper in-out sniffing and then l-i-c-k. LICK. L*I*C*K...... KA-CHOMP!!!!! and she grabbed that femur and tore out of that room like she was 2 years old and disappeared from site for, well, until now (1:46am). almost 7 hours after she started.
It was as good for me as it was for her. She's exhausted now, behind me on the floor, and I feel like a good alpha male. Good hunt today. Already planning her highlight for tomorrow.
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2003-07-17 12:47
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Oh my goodness, this looks exactly like LJ, down to the icons you can choose to comment.
Creepy! But hey, love your user icon. The horns add some nice touch to the overly blend looking head. ;)
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