I’m a sucker for dog treats. The more disgusting I think they are, the more delectable my dogs find them. Smoked pig’s ears are a firm favourite. They are often difficult to find, especially in Muslim-owned pet shops. This week they’ve been ousted by something even more revolting: smoked pig’s trotters, also known as walkaways.
I bought one as a present for Mr Muffin’s son’s canine terrorist, in the hope that it would distract her long enough from shoes, table legs, scrubbing brushes, or anything else remotely chewable.
The good news is that it worked.
The bad news is that it was rather difficult to explain to the person who brought their porker to puppy training why the terrorist was showing a particularly healthy interest in their precious little piggy’s haunches.
I JUST LOVE THE POUNCING PHOTO!!!
Don’t you love it when one picture captures the essence of the subjext?
I just wish I’d taken this pic…
the worst ones are those enormous rawhide bones. the mutts love ‘em….yet you find yourself hating the clearing up of the hawked up yack and diarrhoea which inevitably ensues roughly 8 hours later.
Hey Globus – long time no see, welcome back!
Yup – the after-effects of canine overindulgence. Usually discoverd by your bare feet on the way to the bathroom at 2am.
At fist glance it looked like the severed paw of a ridgeback who may have resided in the vasinity. Now that’s what I call a guard dog ………. take em out at the knee’s, sorry, wrists . . . . no paws!