What is it about a meaty bone??? A dog’s raison d’etre. Nothing can beat it. Not even a beautiful breast of chicken.

Our Labrador Lila is not yet five months old and I already find myself forced to whisper “b-o-n-e” whenever using the word out of context (the context of Lila receiving one). If I make the mistake of SAYING the word, even when she’s theoretically out of earshot, she will suddenly burst through the doorway and skid to a halt at my feet. Her whole body wagging with expectation.