Mom thinks I need to go to Bones Anonymous.  Dad is my supplier and gets my bones from Bob’s and they are healthy for me so why not?  Besides, Dad knows it’s the best babysitter EVER!

However, it does seem that my bone addiction takes over the house and on occasion I have heard a scream in the middle of the night from someone stepping on a chewed up slobbery bone.

And we all know from our ancestors (I’ve been reading a thing or two) that bones are good for my shiny coat besides keeping me very busy…