We Found a Hoof!
I’ve thrown a couple of hooves away over time, as has my Hunny, so I don’t know how this one escaped our notice. But Hunny, cleaning the garage this weekend, found The Hoof. Heavens. He handed it to me and said, “Throw it away. Throw this thing away. Now.” We found a Hoof and now we’re going to throw it away?!
I listen so well. It’s one of my wifely virtues.
Dogs Love the Hoof
I’ve said it before – dogs love the Hoof. LOVE. As in, sniff, look dubiously at said Hoof, daintily carry it to a far corner and puzzle over it, then gnaw the crap out of the Hoof for as long and as often as they can. Because they know that if they don’t hide the Hoof, mama is going to throw it AWAY.
The Hoof stinks. Like butt. Only when it’s being gnawed. It’s all sweet and innocent until the dog gets it and starts chewing. Don’t let the Hoof fool ya.
So what did I do? I brought this ABC Hoof to my neighbor’s dog. See? I’m not doing exactly what the Hunny asked, but I am getting it out of the house.
Sparky, the neighbor’s Rat Terrier, did the courtesy sniff that other dogs do when they discover the hoof. Maybe dogs aren’t initially engaged because the Hoof doesn’t smell until they chew it? That’s gotta be it.
What Exactly Is a Hoof?
Y’all, the Hoof is just a cow’s toenail. Do any of you bite your nails? I used to (FINGER nails). It’s very satisfying to chew on a fingernail. That doesn’t explain a dog’s obsession with the Hoof, though. I wish that I could send all of you a Hoof so your dogs could experience the delight and disgust of the chewing experience. Well, you’d be the one disgusted. But your dog – oh my. Over the moon.
Does Jones Natural Chews have a distributor near you? It’s just one little Hoof. That you’ll want to send your dog outside to chew. If Jones is not near you, Natural Dog Treat Shop is just a click away. One little Hoof. Your dog will thank you. And thank you. And thank you.
In the end, the Hoof came back into the house. Sparky didn’t know what to do with it, and I really do love my neighbor, so I wasn’t willing to leave it there. I endured stinky butt smell for about an hour last night before getting up and grabbing it with my fingertips and putting it back in the garage. Poor Patches.
Bon Bon the Chicken
On a different note, our Bon Bon passed in the night. We only had her about a month, and she wasn’t even supposed to be my chicken, but she must have been a very old hen. She spent her last days walking in a grassy yard, eating bugs and melon and scrambled eggs, and sitting in my lap. It was a good ending to what must have been a stark existence prior to her life here. I’m actually relieved. She was a sweet thing, but not fitting in with the others at all.
Spreading the good chews …
Today’s post is obviously recycled. You can read the story of how we came to have Bon Bon here. And I really do love Hooves from Jones. They’re a fantastic chew to keep dogs busy and happy. In another room while I’m busy. I’m so glad I found a Hoof. I’ll be finding more.