This past Saturday night, Sean and I went out on a date to a bbq joint that we really like, I mean this place serves blueberry corn bread, c'mon. At the end of the meal, we always ask for a doggy bag and no it isn't for the leftovers to take home because we couldn't eat our entire meal, it is for the rib bones we take home to Kip and Kimbia. Yes, we allow our dogs to eat as well as we do. I will only give Kip and Kimbia beef ribs because they are thick bones that they can't break in half.
These bones have Kip and Kimbia's name written all over them.
Kip eyeing the ribs
Ok if I really have to sit for a bone...
Paws in the air where I can see them...
Can you give me the darn bone already?
See I can stand on two legs just like you.
It is bone time!
Only the bones have been cleaned off and Kip lost interest in his, Kimbia promptly took Kip's and carried around the two huge bones in her tiny mouth. Kimbia is a legit bone thief.
Don't get between Kimbia and her bones. So that my dogs weekend, how was yours?