When we take our Dixie dog over to my friend Clayton's house to play with his dog, Radar, Dixie always tries to take Radar's bones. We finally decided that we should just buy Dixie some bones of her own to have at the house. Clayton told us that he gets real bones for Radar at a feed store nearby. We happened to be at Walmart this weekend, though, and we found that they sell real pig femurs on the pet supply aisles. (As if we needed anymore proof that Walmart literally sells everything...)
We bought Dixie the 1 pound bone and brought it home. She immediately pranced over to her little blanket and started to gnaw on it. We were decorating the house for Christmas, so we didn't realize until a few hours later that she had already eaten about half of the bone.
Two hours after that, she threw up. Once. Twice. Thrice.
Here's a new nursery rhyme: Knick knack, paddy whack, give the dog a bone. Watch her barf all over your home.
Luckily she's learned her lesson. The remaining bone has been chewed with fervor in 5 minute increments.
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