Thursday, October 14, 2010

B-b-b-b-bad to the bone

Last weekend I made a pretty rockin' pot braise/roast.  As you can see, it had a sizeable bone in it, which I decided to give to Rosemary. 

She was very happy and went into her crate with it.

We didn't see much of her for the next 2 days.  She brought it out with her at dinner time, then retreated back into her crate.  We could hear her gnawing on it from the other end of the house.  That was one happy pooch.

Rosemary must share her domain with an ancient evil lurking, albeit behind a babygate, in the background. 

Unfortunately, Rosemary got too possessive of her bone and started to run off the cats, growling and barking.  This is very out of character for her and it royally pissed off G-man.

Apparently bones are like crack for Rosemary.  We're sending her to treatment and, sadly, had to take away her bone.

It was good while it lasted.


  1. I can certainly sympathize with you on Rosemary's change in attitude. It requires a lot of sneakiness to get a bone away from a 100 pound dog who is psycho-protective of it! But the food looks great.

  2. Our westie gets super primal about his bones too. We only let him have them outside. When he comes in he has to leave it outside or stay put until he's finished. They do get better about it over time and as they age.

    J. Werner

  3. My dog wears two hats in the kitchen and as funny as it is, her roles are on opposite ends of the kitchen hierarchy. She's the floor sweeper and she's the kitchen manager. Her role outside the kitchen is to be spoiled.