Do not let that sweet face deceive you. This dog ate an entire large rawhide bone in under three hours. THREE HOURS! THE entire BONE!
Yesterday I went to Petsmart to pick up some stuff for our girl. That place always smells weird – a gross combination of fish food and dog treats and cat litter – so I hoped to make this trip pretty quick. Before I went I made a list, so I would not get side tracked: dog treats, rawhide, shampoo.
But as I made my way to the dog aisle, I realized we probably needed a pooper scooper, too. So I popped into that aisle only to find I had to select from about 8 different pooper scooper options. Did I want this claw-like spring-actioned scooper? How about these special poop bags? What about the traditional rake and metal pan type? Ack! The choices. Well, this was too much, to I just choose the one I knew my parents used way back when ? the traditional looking one ? and made my way to the shampoo aisle.
Well, things just got worse there. I knew I wanted something gentle but would also get rid of dirt, oil, whatever she rubbed on herself in the backyard. You would think that selecting a shampoo (FOR A DOG!) would be an easy task, but oh no, of course not. Did I want shampoo and conditioner? How about a no tears formula? What about gentle oatmeal and lavender? Ugh! Too much! Of course I wanted her to have a no-tears, gentle, soothing, oatmeal, scrubbing, nice smelling formula, but I was not planning on spending a fortune on dog hair products. This stuff was more expensive than the stuff I use.
I just had to pick one that had as many of those lovely gentle yet cleaning combinations I could find and make my way to the treats. All I needed was a bag of small dog treats I could use as rewards and also use to get her to do stuff like come in when I call her. When I turned onto the treat aisle IT WAS EVEN WORSE THAN THE SHAMPOO AISLE! How could this be? How could there be THIS MANY TREATS? For goodness sake! It was like the chip aisle at the grocery but for dogs. Nacho cheese flavor, bacon flavor, some oatmeal cookie like things (those actually looked pretty good), and on and on and on. Even organic! ORGANIC? She already tries to sneakily eat grass, I mean, how much more organic stuff could she need? Whatever. I selected some small peanut butter treats in the shape of small bones called something like Old Mother Hubbard brand. That sounded good. Wholesome.
Finally, I could pick out a rawhide and get the heck out of there. And, of course, I knew by now that I would have to wade through a massive selection of those bones just to find a “regular” rawhide. After hemming and hawing about if I thought she wanted the bone-looking rawhide or the stick-looking rawhide, I just selected one of the bone ones with a picture of a super happy looking Saint Bernard and ran to the exit.
When I got home, Miss Belle could smell me and my bag of tricks before I even got the door fully opened. I thought she would like the rawhide, so I opened it up, made her sit, and gave it to her. And that was a really bad idea. She acted like she had NEVER had one of these sacred bones before and she MUST EAT IT ALL RIGHT NOW! She even tried to hide from me, even though I gave it to her, and I had no intention of taking it away.
I thought as soon as I jingled her leash when I was ready for a walk, she would drop her bone and come flying towards me, like usual. And I was wrong. Poor Belle was super conflicted – she wanted to walk but she also wanted to destroy that bone. I tried to put her chain lead on with the bone in her mouth, but that just did not work. So I had to get one of those new peanut butter treats to use as bait to encourage her to drop the bone. After running around like an idiot after this dog, I finally convinced her that these peanut butter treats could not be passed up, and she dropped the bone and went for it.
Once I caught her I put on her collar and outside we went for a nice walk. Upon our return, I contemplated trying to do some maneuver with her, so I could get her inside but nab the bone first. But, I was too slow, and she pounced on that bone and proceeded to devour that sucker like Petsmart would never sell any more bones.
When she was done, she came to find me, and her face was like, “well, I ate that one, so what else do you have for me?? Well! That is just too bad! No more rawhide. Not until I find a special brand for my powerful chewer