The local Stickybeaks Cafe advertises every week on Facebook the current Take-away specials. I always look out for Lamb Shanks which are slow-cooked for hours and served with a rich gravy. It's also Archie's favourite because he gets the bone when I've picked it clean.
I don't know what it is about dogs and bones. When Archie is given the discarded bone, he treats it like a little girl might treat a new doll. He carries it reverently to his bed and carefully licks it all over, looking for any tiny scrap of goodness left behind. There's a little knuckle of bone on a lamb shank and Archie works on that until he has removed it. He then lays it aside for more attention in the future.
Sometimes, he'll take the larger bone outside where he can lie on the grass working on it. When he's tired of that, he'll bring it back inside, struggling to get it through the dog-flap. At bed-time, he'll try to get it into our bed so that he can access it during the night but has to accept that there are some limits to what is appropriate. The bone will be the centre of his attention for three or four days and then he'll ignore it as if it's out-lived its usefulness, and he'll patiently wait for Mrs Stickybeaks to put it back on the Specials list.
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