Daisy and Gretchen

Two dogs, two rawhide bones, but only one appears to be edible.  I’m not sure what Gretchen is thinking, but she definitely needs to see that the grass is not always greener…or should I say the rawhide bone is not always tastier on the other side of the fence.  

A habit that she has cultivated to perfection over the years involves a few whimpers, a couple barks, and blatant stares at Daisy while she kicks back with a bone in the evening.  Meanwhile, her unscarred treat lies motionless on the floor as if it were made of plaster and completely inedible (which by the way never stopped them before).

When all is said and done, Gretchen goes for Daisy’s scraps and eventually we have to pick up the second bone.  The last thing we need is Daisy to choke down two rawhide bones in a single night. When will Gretchen ever learn?