Yesterday was "raw bone" day at Wild Dingo. Juno always gets the smaller bone because she's a bit chubby again. Also, Loki takes about 40 minutes to eat his bone while Juno takes about 4 hours to finish hers. It was still really wet outside (where they usually eat them) so I used old blankets they are allowed to lay on to eat them that I can toss in the washer after they are done. After Loki was done, he laid down on his blanket.
Now Mr. Wild Dingo doesn't believe this, but Juno is slowly turning into alpha dog around here. Mr. Wild Dingo never gets to witness the stunts she pulls to display her status. She's still quite shy around him. But here she is pulling her "just try me" stunt. While Loki began to snooze, she got up from her bed in my office with her bone and promptly plopped herself right next to him, baiting him the best she knew how.
"Hey big boy, this bone is the cheese. You want a little nibble?"
"Drop that veil sister. I'm in the business myself."
"If I'm lyin' I'm flyin'. This bone is the bomb. And I'm offerin' you a taste of heaven."
"Cupcake, you'd have to send me to the headshrinker if I ever fell for your trap."
"Ya caught me big boy, so focus your audio. Keep your paw off my raw or I'll send you to the croaker."
"Sugarplum, I got your signal, loud and clear."
"Nom, nom, nom. "
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