LB gets a care package…

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Over the weekend I got a care package from my older brother containing some examination gloves I’d really kind of wanted and a package of antlers cut for chewing which, I’ll confess, is kind of on the order of sending coals to Newcastle. LB already has a lifetime supply of antlers in the yard which he mostly ignores. When he was a puppy he went through a terrible chewing phase – I lost a pair of sandals, a favorite hoodie, a Jayne Cobb hat a friend specially knit just for me, and many other items went to their deaths or narrowly escaped through vigilance – and he was particularly fond of antlers. In fact if you were one of Claire’s dogs and wanted to see if Puppy Little Bear would fight, all you had to do is express an interest in his piece of antler.

But that was long ago. LB is over seven now, very far from being a puppy, and while he still loves to tear and eat leather bones and small animals he mostly doesn’t chew just to chew. And antlers really aren’t hard to come by locally – some days, before all those damned cattle drove out the mule deer, they were hard to avoid. So when I saw this package of sawn-to-size antler fragments I thought, “Oh, bro, I hope you didn’t pay a lot for that.” I opened the package anyway, offered a chunk to LB after morning walky, and at first he was no more than politely interested.

And then he gradually got into it…
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…and now he’s noshing cheerfully away. Maybe he’ll do that for an hour and then never glance at it again. That has happened before. Or maybe all the antlers I give him are dried out and not as tasty or something. I dunno. But at the moment he’s liking this one. That is all.

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4 Responses to LB gets a care package…

  1. MamaLiberty says:

    Dogs are hard to figure out sometimes. Laddie used to love his “string bone,” but now never looks at it. The only thing he chews on now are his toenails. I have no idea what that’s all about, but it’s saved me some real money not having to take him to have them clipped. He won’t let me touch them.

  2. jed says:

    You no longer have a cunning hat?

    How do you demonstrate to people, walking down the street, that you aren’t afraid of anything?

    I suppose having a tactical spear helps.

  3. Beth says:

    Oh, so THAT’S what happened to the hat…

  4. Joel says:

    Alas, yes. Sorry. Only its picture lives on.

To the stake with the heretic!