Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Caption This #63

Benny was scratching at the bin with the knucklebones in it so I dumped it on the floor so he could have first pick.  He picked them all.

Looking forward to your captions in the comments.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Life with Benny

Life with Benny involves a lot of bone holding.  We spoiled him when he was a pup and would hold his bone for him while he chewed so needless to say we have raised a pug that couldn’t hold his own bone if his life depended on it.  You reap what you sow, I guess.

In any case, Benny loves to chew so we do a lot of bone holding for him and when we are unable to hold his bone we must come up with a creative way to simulate us holding the bone.  Like wedging it between sofa cushions.  But, while Benny loves to chew he certainly isn’t a very effective chewer.  This goes back to my do the things you love even if you are not the best at them thing that I learned from Henry.

When Benny chews a rawhide bone all he does is soften it up with his slobber.  He will work for hours on end, but never really gets anything.  When Henry chews we have to keep a very close eye on him to keep him from eating too much at one time.  Even Luna, who has the smallest mouth I have ever seen on a pug, can chew circles around Ben.

But it is all moot because there is really nothing Benny likes to do more than go to town chewing a bone while you graciously hold it for him.  And this, my friends, is what that is like.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Knucklebones

On Sunday, we gave the pugs their first ever knucklebones.  In the past I have shied away from knucklebones in favor of rib bones because the rib bones seem like they are a better size for the pugs and have a lot less gunk on them.  But on Sunday, they were out of rib bones so I settled for the knucklebones.  Plus, secretly, I had always wanted to see what Benjamin, Henry & Luna’s reaction would be to the size of these massive treats.

Needless to say they were more than pleased with the knucklebones.  In fact, they were wondering why I had been buying them those tiny little rib bones when they had knucklebones all along.

The funniest part of watching them eat the bones was listening to the noises they made.  They snorted, grunted, sighed and made all kinds of sounds trying to clean off the bones.  I got a little bit of Henry on video going to town on his knucklebone.  Turn the sound up and you’ll hear all the noise he was making.  Notice how even the cat was interested in getting a smell.

I only let the pugs chew the bones for about an hour every few days.  Henry actually gets a little less time because he is a much more effective chewer.  I don’t want them to overdo it.  There is a lot of gunk on those bones and much to their chagrin I think they should pace themselves.

Have a good weekend everyone!

Friday, February 16, 2007

Henry’s the Man

We got the boys as puppies when they were only 8 and 9 weeks old.  Baby Benny is actually a week older than Henry but he’s still the “baby.”  Henry, however, is a natural leader and far more serious and (sorry Ben but…) intelligent of the 2 boys.  It is pretty obvious that they are high maintenance puggies.  It is all our fault.  We made them that way.  When they were little we would hold them all the time, hold their bones for them and give in to their every need.

Finally, however, Henry can chew a bone on his own.  Benjamin can, too, but he will do everything in his power to get someone to hold it for him instead.  Henry, though, is a big boy and he can do it on his own now.

It definitely goes to show you that how you are raised greatly impacts on what you are like as an adult.  You see, Little Luna who has probably never even had a bone in her life until she came here, holds her bone with confidence because she has always had to do things on her own.  No one has ever done anything for her.  She does not need any help.  She has even tackled bones that are bigger than she is!  That’s why Henry is the man and Baby Benny will forever be the Baby.  Little Luna, well, she’s in a league all her own.  She is more like a Cinderella story in a scrappy sort of way.