Last weekend while grocery shopping I walked down the pet aisle and caught sight of a massive, 2 foot long rawhide bone. Walking briskly past it I thought to myself, "who would buy such a thing?" Wait. Me. "Wouldn't you rather have Hank chew that than the leg of your dining room chair?" queried the little devil's voice inside my head. Why, yes, a practical and functional purchase even if I look like Darth Vader trapped in the land of the canines wielding the thing through the store. The brief embarrassment was worth it upon returning home and presenting Hank with such a prize. He immediately devoured half of it and then paused and left it on the living room carpet to seek out and drink the entire gallon of water in the automatic dog-watering station. That's when it happened. Red Rocket launched the great rawhide heist, bolting into the living room and dragging the half-eaten rawhide (which was a long as he is) into the safety of his cage where Hank was unable to recover it...
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