Thursday, November 09, 2006

The Reason Why Dogs Bury Their Bones

I say that anything that falls to the floor, or within easy reach on a table, chair or desk is fair game for me to chew or eat if I happen to be given the chance. Well, this thin card appeared out of nowhere and so I picked it up with my mouth and carried it to my private chewing spot on the other side of the dining room table. I chew there because it buys me a few more seconds since Mommy and Daddy can't get to me that easily. I liked this new prize. It was thin, crispy and parts of it were bumpy. It was a treat for my senses. I laid there chewing when I heard the dreaded call come from somewhere upstairs, "Oscar! Where are you? Come here!" So, without thinking I ran upstairs with the card in my mouth. I got yelled at and the credit card was taken away. Not my lucky day. I thought I found something special. I almost punched enough holes in it so that I could eat it. Next time, I'll have to bury my new treasures.

3 comments:

Leah said...

Hi!
I do have a pug named Oscar, so it is always fun to find other pugs named Oscar! I also have a pug named Daisy. Pugs are the best!

Anonymous said...

Keep chewing guy, keep chewing. It is your form of artistic expression.

Bussie Kissies
Buster

Anonymous said...

Wow that's the funniest thing I ever heard, Oscar! Of course your humans were not to happy about it, but I say you had some fun! And Buster is right!