Bone to Be Wild
Aug. 19th, 2012 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stoutfellowThe other day, on a whim, I picked up some basted rawhide chew-bones for Buster and Gracie - the first time I've given them rawhide. At first, it seemed as if they weren't sure what to do with them; Buster picked his up, dropped it, stared at it, picked it up again and trotted to his chewing-place, where he dropped it again and lay down, looking at it. Gracie carried hers off to the other end of the house, then put it down and began - well, I can only call it pecking at it. Seriously, she just kept bumping the bone with her nose, then pulling back for a moment before repeating.
Eventually, they got the hang of it. Buster took his onto the bed and began attacking it, the sheets, and the pillow, growling with ecstasy and occasionally rolling on it. Gracie went to work methodically chewing on hers. She was still doing that, from under the bed, at 11 PM. This was not a soothing sound....
Nothing was left but small fragments this morning, so I gave them the second (and last) pair of bones. They're still at it.
Eventually, they got the hang of it. Buster took his onto the bed and began attacking it, the sheets, and the pillow, growling with ecstasy and occasionally rolling on it. Gracie went to work methodically chewing on hers. She was still doing that, from under the bed, at 11 PM. This was not a soothing sound....
Nothing was left but small fragments this morning, so I gave them the second (and last) pair of bones. They're still at it.
