A Sunday Treat

Dallas here.

Sunday was the Best. Day. Ever.

Mama went to the freezer and busted out one of the Big Bones she gets from the lady who bred me.

I couldn’t believe it!

It’s been a while since I had a Big Bone, but I haven’t forgotten how yummy one is.

Or what to do with it!

Om nom nom!

Om nom nom!

I know you people probably think it looks gross. But it was the best!

Show this picture to your doggie pals and see if they don’t agree:

What a lovely surprise!

What a lovely surprise!

I tell you, there’s nothing better than lying in the cool grass beneath a big old shade tree on a sunny day, chomping on a Big Bone!

Do you see my bone getting smaller?

Do you see my bone getting smaller?

Mama says a Big Bone is the best toothbrush a doggin can get. She knows these things.

Don't look at my feeties -- yes, they're a mess!

Don’t look at my feeties — yes, they’re a mess!

The only thing wrong with a Big Bone, in Mama’s opinion, is what it leaves on my furs. Take a look:

Looks like I got into a street brawl!

Looks like I got into a street brawl!

I’m a sight to behold, aren’t I? And if that’s not bad enough, you ought to smell me!

But Mama dunked my feeties into some warm water in the sink, washed me down good, dried me off, applied some baby powder to mask the “scent,” and gave me a good brushing. It wasn’t a full bath, but it did the trick.

Now I’m all beautiful once more!

Let's do that again soon, Mama!

Let’s do that again soon, Mama!