This large rawhide bone was a Christmas gift from the Boy and Girl. Yes, that's right, bone. Singular. Don't they know this will only last me a week? Burying this thing will be a challenge.
I'm still chewing. This will take a while.
I'm a pretty surly dog when I don't get my daily rawhide chip.
These little rawhide sticks are a far more manageable chew.
These intruders dared to squeak and disturb my slumber. They squeak no more. All stuffed squeaky animals cower in fear before my mighty jaws.
Miniature carrots are my favorite treats. A healthy snack, they keep my figure fit and trim.