I may have mentioned before that the tall person gets my bones from the meat department of our local supermarket. The butcher knows about me and often puts aside the most juicy bones just for me. When the tall person went to the supermarket today the butcher had just finished chopping up a cow and presented him with two big bags that looked as if they were stuffed with dinosaur bones – they were that big! As the bags were being handed over the counter a person waiting to be served asked the tall person how many dogs he has. The tall person smiled and told him “just one Caucasian Shepherd puppy”. “Ah” replied the man and nodded in a way that suggested total understanding. Hmm, it seems I have a reputation to live up to – next time tall person, bring home the whole cow!
oh Dog! You could invite us all over for a treat. *drools*
Rumpy my friend, if you are ever in the neighbourhood you are welcome to drop in and share a dinosaur bone!
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my daddy was a butcher + there were a lot of happy dogs who were his friends! x