• Lesson

    Chicken Bones…

    So I had some fried chicken last night and of course the dogs watched me eat every bite. I generally pull off the soft parts, that won’t hurt them and give it to them, but when I was finished the bones were still on the plate that I sat behind me on the couch table. Frankie, as usual, climbed up and approached the plate, so I said, “No,” and he sheepishly backed off. That was all I needed. He got the message, as did the other dogs, the contents of the plate, while smelling delicious was off limits. Later I went to refill my mug with another can of pop…