Beefy Straight Crown
Jones Natural Chews‘ Beefy Straight Crown giveaway ends this weekend, so I thought you’d like to see some dogs enjoying their beefy experience. Y’know, so your jealous dog can drool all over the keyboard. Then you’ll have to enter the giveaway, because your dog will be all upset if you don’t. Enter here. Now. Or else. Drool. Just sayin’.
Say hi to Jolene, a Black Mouth Cur and the sweetest, most affectionate lug of a dog you’ll ever meet.
After she made my acquaintance, she left me for the bone. Fickle creature. I thought I was fascinating. Jolene thought the Beefy Straight Crown had more to offer than I did. Obviously. I forgive her. Were I not carrying Jones treats, she’d totally be my BFF. Because that’s just the way dogs and I roll.
Then Etrius came to visit. I handed him a Beefy Straight Crown. Y’all remember the wee pup which came over earlier this summer?
Etrius is growing into his Great Pyrenees form. And he’s maintained his love of Jones Natural Chews. Duh. But he wasn’t any too pleased that I gave him an already gnawed on Beefy Straight Crown. Chewy took off all the meaty bits – we call that pre-masticated.
Sorry, Etrius. No whining at Casa de Pulga. Don’t be fooled by that face. He spent ten minutes working the marrow out of the bone, then took it home, along with a bag of Jones sausages. You don’t come to Flea’s house and leave empty handed.
Etrius scraped and scraped, working his teeth and gums on that bone for a long time. He was truly a happy dog. Your dog can be a happy dog. Just click this sentence and enter the giveaway!
Chemo Update
I started to type Cancer Update, but I’m trying to stay away from that. The surgeon got all of the cancer cells during surgery. That’s what I’m holding to. So right now I’m surviving chemo, yes? And yesterday my pump was removed for the fifth time. Only seven more treatments to go!
And then? And then, I really don’t know. I think I’ll be done and just moving on to check ups. I hope. I really hope. The nausea hasn’t been so bad the last couple of treatments. The cold sensitivity and tingling are worse. The exhaustion is depleting me. I’m learning my new limits. I don’t always like them. Does anyone really like finding out they can’t do things? No. I don’t think so. But I’m learning to live with them. I’m learning not to be a petulant child when I can’t do or have something I’m accustomed to. *sigh*
Thanks for putting up with me. December 8th should be the end of my last treatment. Woohoo! And then we can all move on with life!
Spreading the good chews …
Flea
