Prehistoric Pleasure

We made ribs last week and Riley stood in the kitchen, waiting beside the stove while they were slow cooking, whining. Then he stepped it up a notch or two during the grilling cycle and was yelling at Steve, saying he *really* wanted some of those ribs...

Now, given the fact that he's almost 14 and has only about half as many teeth as he used to have, he can't chew anything hard like bones anymore... I gave in. No worries about foreign body obstruction in him! So Steve "specially" cooked a whole rib just for Mup, without sauce or a lot of seasoning.

The dog went Wolf on us! But I have to admit, I got an extreme amount of pleasure watching my little doglet chow down on that rib like it was the best thing he's ever eaten.


I love it when they pin something down with their paw and devour it. Since Mup's little paw is only about 1.5 inches across, I just find it adorable.

He already gets his own specially cooked steak whenever we grill steaks. Now he'll get his own rib, too.



Anyone who knows me knows that I love this dog with all of my being. There will be no replacing him; there was never one quite like him before he came into my life and I know there will never be another to fill the place in my heart that only he occupies. He made my life better the second I met him and when he is gone, the only comfort I will find is in the fact that I have given him the absolute best life and the best care that he could possibly have gotten.

He is the doggy love of my life.