Jerry’s Journal: His First Bone

Every Saturday is market day. And although it’s a small market, it does contain a heck of a lot of things, including but definitely not limited to, a butchers stand. Beside the stand in a bucket was a few bones. My dad suggested grabbing one for Jerry. When we asked how much they were, the butcher said, “help yourself, Sir”, and so we did.

There were various sizes of bones in the bucket, and so we decided to pick the smallest one because it was his first bone and, after all, he is a small dog, and the size of the other bones would have overwhelmed him. When we brought it home, and showed him the bag, he was a bit hesitant to begin with, sniffing whatever he could to get a better sense of what was going on, but the moment he spotted and smelt the bone, his eyes lit up with excitement and his tail wagged so fast it was a blur.

If you want to keep a dog quiet for a few hours, give them a bone. Jerry tucked into that and chewed it until there wasn’t a bit of meat left. When he realised that there wasn’t anything worth having left, he got bored and left it in the middle of the floor for us to dispose of.

If you are considering about getting a bone for your dog, you should always get a raw one, because a cook bone can be brittle and snap into shards in the dog’s mouth, which he can accidentally swallow and the pieces can get stuck in his throat, no different to when we suddenly swallow a chicken bone when having KFC.

Sniffing it for the first time.

Tucking into it happily

Making sure he gets every bit by putting his paw on and tucking with his teeth.

Nearly finished, just a few more bits.

Thanks for reading

Antony Hudson

(TonyHadNouns)