A fine day

After re-reading my last post I realized I was having a very bad day. My fault, not Wally's, I don't think dogs have bad days. Everyday is exciting and fun for them to begin. I suppose cat food consumption could make for a rocky start but not ruin an entire day.

We discovered something great yesterday, Wally was very chew-frustrated. Despite purchasing over one hundred dollars in toys for chewing, squeaking and fetching none of them hold his interest for any length of time. So I decided to journey with Carissa to Fred Meyer in search of something new and exciting we could pick up to try. I spent about fifteen minutes reading labels to ensure the toy was manufactured in the US so Wally wouldn't take in any chemicals. Although we're still waiting for half a pencil, a pen cap, eraser, sticks, grass and possibly a bottle cap to pass, we don't want him eating formaldehyde. Carissa finally performed a mini-intervention and demanded we choose something. We settled on a package of pig ears. Cooked to perfection. Processed in the USA. Funny this would be most important to me. I've been making my best efforts to buy locally and know where my food comes from but WINCO meat is listed at the store to be from the US, Canada OR Mexico... Not one but three possible places. I wonder if one package of ribs could contain it's own little diverse pool of pork. Three nations of swine, harmoniously wrapped in Styrofoam and plastic wrap. Foreign relations specialists should take note. If one supermarket can make three nations of meat work together and talk us into purchasing them for pennies a pound, why can't we all learn to get along? I digress..... Back to the pig ears for Wally. When first presented with these triangles of roasted perfection, Wally picked up and dropped them for about five minutes. A bit confused yet intrigued. Then the flavor hit is canine cortex, he bear hugged the ear and didn't come up for air until the last morsel was sent in most likely too large of a size, down the hatch. We were gifted as a result with almost two hours of peace and quiet. Wally was happy, we were happy. Everybody was a winner. Things went so well I decided to let him have another this afternoon at lunchtime. For some reason, I decided to make sure he was okay with sharing his prized possession. We don't need a food aggressive pooch on our hands bogarting his pig ears. I took the ear once, Wally gave me a WTF look. I gave it back. He hunkered down over the ear, I attempted another exchange. Treat for pig ear. He let go a low wolf-like growl. He attempted to run away with his prize, perhaps Wally lacks moderation when it comes to pig ears.... We all have our vices..