Every once in a while, the tall person gets juicy bones for me from the meat counter in the supermarket. He doesn’t speak Georgian very well and the meat person doesn’t speak English so it can be a tricky purchase. He told me that the first time he asked for bones he had to resort to barking to make himself understood! I wish I had been there. It sounded hilarious! Lovely tall person. I hope he took account of my barking tips for dogs and used the correct bark. Anyway, the meat person knows him now and always keeps the best and biggest bones for me – lovely meat person.
That was delicious! Oh dear, look at my paws. I desperately need the cleaning fairy. De! De!