Hey, It Wasn’t Me!

Dings in the Hard Wood Floor

I stood there nonplussed they chose me! I’m 3 x 7 = 21 years old. This was my first family! Mom looked at me and gave me a name.

Hi, I’m Bentley Whooph 🐾.

Now, for the record, pretty sure I did the adopting. And they just went with it. Nevertheless, Mom, Dad, Kris, and Jon became my new family.

My adopted family seemed so at ease and attentive and just catching on to my studdly amazingness. Food, treats, walks. Meals were so much better with a family. And a big bone to stuff with stuff.

The Feema Bone

I do love chicken, but the way Dad stuffed that Feema Bone with chicken! I worked that thing to death, no help, no game. There had to be a trick.

I slobbered, I nibbled, I licked, got a tongue-cramp. It was not happ’nen. Until finally, Dad looked upon my pains. And I musta looked pitiful, cause it worked.

The Feema Bone Trick

Dad looked at me with great compassion. I said, “I gotta be doing something wrong.”

Dad says, “Just slobber up the Feema and the chicken, and just drop it! On the hardwood floor.” And he demonstrated.