Posted November 28, 2017
I'm in.
When I was growing up we had a black lab named Chad. He was a really sweet dog, never barked at people just squirrels and cats. We adopted him from the shelter and used that day as his birthday. Every birthday we would get him a special treat. He really liked to chew bones, so we would get him a couple of nice medium sized ones.
But one year we decided it might be fun to get a giant one that was about a foot and a half long. We figured he would have fun gnawing it for a week. When we gave it to him he grabs it and runs off and the next thing we know he is digging up my mom's rose bush to bury it. My mom was so mad. She had dad take a saw and cut the bone into little pieces.
When I was growing up we had a black lab named Chad. He was a really sweet dog, never barked at people just squirrels and cats. We adopted him from the shelter and used that day as his birthday. Every birthday we would get him a special treat. He really liked to chew bones, so we would get him a couple of nice medium sized ones.
But one year we decided it might be fun to get a giant one that was about a foot and a half long. We figured he would have fun gnawing it for a week. When we gave it to him he grabs it and runs off and the next thing we know he is digging up my mom's rose bush to bury it. My mom was so mad. She had dad take a saw and cut the bone into little pieces.