Living with three dogs can be a mess. Especially when they can't get enough of frozen marrow bones--straight from the butcher with tendons and goop hanging off. Ben brought home knuckle bones the other day and the dogs when nuts. These are cheeper, and softer, than marrow bones and the dogs can actually consume the entire gross mass. Knuckle bones also stink much worse than the already deeply stinky marrow bones.
I'm constantly mopping up marrow and drops of cow bone from my floor.
At least the dogs are happy and their teeth are pearly white.
The other night I had two friends over, one of whom has a dog of her own. To try to slow the pack of four down so the humans could watch a movie in peace, I gave them all knuckle bones.
We felt like we were watching a movie inside a slaughter house.
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