Sophie our Black Lab/Spaniel mix loves treats, snacks, food in general. But rawhides make her crazy.

Don’t get me wrong she loves them. They just make her do crazy things. Just today the weather was so beautiful that I watched her for 20 minutes try to find a place to sit and enjoy it. Chris was mowing and I on the deck was checking my email. I decided to log her antics with with rawhide instead.

First she followed Chris around the yard with the rawhide in her mouth. Trotting away from him on his return pass with the mower. Then around the back of the shed to the garden boxes. A quick “Sophie OUT! ” and she vacated the sacred boxes that she doesn’t understand. Why I can dig in them but she can’t?  Off for another round of chasing/running from Chris, over to the corner where roses are to be blooming.  However, it’s a weed/oat shrub at the moment. She finally relented and came up to the shade of the umbrella and released it to my care. I laid it in the shade where it sits. She on one side and the rawhide on the other. Content for it to not to be right beside her she sniffs the air and tries to catch the occasional fly the wanders over her fur.

Panting like crazy, the black fur is unrelenting, even in the mild 72 degrees of the early afternoon, she sniffs the rawhide but leaves it for later, as she goes into the house for a drink and maybe a cooler place on the couch.  A few minutes later she joins me on the deck and contently watches the world go by.

The rawhide I am convinced will be enjoyed sometime today, just probably not in front of me.