Two summers ago my grandma purchased marrowbones from the butcher for me to chew on in her back yard. Now, for those of you unfamiliar with these particular hunks of goodness, they are large round beef bones with marrow filled centers. Because of their size, they are quite safe for pugs to chew on, plus they don’t splinter. Grandma knew they would keep me happily occupied outdoors for some time, which meant I wasn’t inside, clinging to her ankles like a land shark, waiting for just a crumb to come my way. Being a clever pug, as I’ve mentioned before, I quickly figured out that if I seemingly ate them quickly, another would soon arrive. As all pug owners know, we are not, as a breed, blessed with spectacular canine style teeth. Ours are more the gnarly, widely spaced, stumpy type of chompers. We also tend to lose them easily and early in life. So, it should be clear to most anyone that I couldn’t possibly eat these beastie bones in such short order. No, yours truly would chew for only the time it took to suck out the marrow, then slip into the woods, deposit the bone in the leaves and brush, and return to the back door whining pitifully.
I like to think of myself as a forward thinking pug. I am always looking ahead, planning for my future (unlike many of my shortsighted brethren). Grandma is sharp but she really never figured out this little trick, and so, by the end of that summer my grandparents’ woods was a veritable minefield of marrowbones!
What incredible pleasure it was returning this past summer and introducing Lizzie to the exquisite taste of aged and decayed bones. It was our treasure hunt every day! On hot days these treats took on a more piquant taste, even though it was slightly off-putting having to compete with the ants that crawled over them.
Planning ahead gives this pug a decided advantage over other dogs. Since I couldn’t possibly discover every hidden bone from the previous year, who knows what treasures this summer will yield?