Bone Time

The local butcher had some cow femur bones this past week.  And some rib bones.  But those are more available, usual.  The funny thing about the femurs is the saw was broken so they gave them to me whole.  The dogs loved them, of course.  

While the dogs chewed, I polished my bike.  A pretty bike like that with lots of chrome needs time spent polishing.  It's all part of the lifestyle. :)

Fancy goes to town.

Pie says a big dog deserves a big bone.

Muffin is happy with his little bone.

Not to worry, Kerby had a chance with the big bone too.

Dottie did a good job on the bone and I did a good job on the bike.