Over the weekend we took Harry the place known as Doggy Dreamland, Puppy Paradise, or as we know it – the pet shop. The purpose of the visit was to buy Harry a bone. Every puppy should have their own bone, although it’s much more fun to steal someone else’s.
However, all treats have to be earned, so before the pet shop we had a brief visit to our local M&S food hall. Harry didn’t have a fan club when he went in, but he did have 50 fully paid up members when he left. If he’d been able to sign autographs we would have been there till midnight.
Finally we made it to the pet shop, and after going up and down the aisles at least fifty times, Harry settled on a smoked bone which was twice as big as him. While he was distracted by all the other goodies we bought him a much smaller version. Its not that we’re mean, but the noise a bone makes when it’s repeatedly dropped on a hardwood floor, over and over and over again is awful. We figured if Harry had the smaller version then there was less chance he’d drop it.
This is the smaller version.
It’s huge.
And he can’t carry it around.
So he keeps dropping it.
And the noise it makes is awesome.