Yo! Kai here.
You know when you’ve found the perfect thing to chew? It’s just the right size and weight? Thuds really good on the floor or your crate? You know what I’m talking about right? It rocks, right. Right balance of hard and soft, just enough good stuff in the middle so you can dig it out? I’ve got one of those – it’s a piece of antler. (Shut up Lance, I am *not* an elk and this is not cannibalism.)
So I’m chewing away this afternoon, I’ve had lunch, and looking forward to a long nap once I get a bit more gnawing done. So, of course, Dale has to come by and start staring at me. And the only choice once you’ve been taunted by a cat is to follow him until you can get a good solid sniff or lick in – I mean a guy’s gotta have his limits, right? Anyway, I head back to my antler, and Lance has snagged it while I was doing my official dog duties! I mean, what gives? He’s the older one, isn’t he supposed to be keeping the cats in line?
Now I’m stuck with one of the 2nd best chews in the house. I get the imitation tire and slog back to the kitchen, but, wait, here’s my chance. Lance is off away from Mom by the bathroom. If I’m quiet enough, and don’t give it away… BANG! All it takes is a couple of quick feints at Lance’s ears (which are HUGE by the way) and I’ve got the antler and he’s got nuttin’! (OK, he’s got the tire, but who wants that when there’s an antler?)
That's it for now. Five or six more chews and I'm done.
Later!
Kai
