Raw Food Diet, Day 161- Pupi Was a Naughty Boy!

Personally, I like to make sure that I get in my daily ration of Naughty Boy every single day. Whether it's screaming on walks, begging for food at the table, or hopping onto the human crate, I've just got to get a little bit of disobedience out of my system on a regular basis. Big Pupi, on the other hand, spends most of his afternoons polishing his halo and otherwise kissing up to the humans. What a total nerd! And to make matters worse, he makes me look bad. I mean, he will Sit Stay for a long long time. I will Sit Stay for as long as it takes for my bum to hit the ground and then spring back up again. So what if I don't have any attention span to speak of? I'm cute, right? Can't they look past the Naughty?

So anyway, you can see why I'd be so excited at the fact that Pupi was Naughty Boy yesterday. And me? Well, I was a little angel sent from the skies above. Sunday was a pretty hot day for us, so our humans decided to take us on a short walk to the Store of Toys and Feasting, where they picked up some tasty dehydrated lamb lung treats and a set of raw bison bones. On our way home we stopped at a little park to play with a miniature schnauzer for a bit and give our bones a little time to thaw in the heat. Then it was back home for feasting!

Our people set up our feasting cages with a plastic tablecloth to keep the floor clean while we chew, and to prevent us from taking our raw marrow bones to our favorite chewing places - the sofa and carpet. It was one tasty, marrow-ey, raw bison femur-y, treat of deliciousness!

Mom set us in there with strict instructions to stay put as long as we were feasting on femur. I was an obedient son and kept in my place, making little throaty noises of feasting ecstasy while working out all that rich marrow. Pupi, on the other hand, decided to go against the human rules and started to plot his escape.

After some time working on his bone, Pupi wasn't hungry any more and was suddenly overcome with an urge to bury his femur somewhere in the apartment... the feasting cage just would not do for a proper bone-hiding. And so, my generally angelic, normally perfect brother broke the rules! But that silly, brazen boy... the first thing he did was trot right up to mom who was sitting at her computer, and he proudly showed her his recently emancipated femur bone. She plopped him right back into the feasting cage and set up a camera to see just how this naughty boy made his escape.

Let's just say that this happened a few times and Pupi did not get the hint that femurs must stay in the cage. That bad boy had his bone taken away, and then he began harassing me while I was being Good Boy with my bone! This started an all-out barking war, and when mom came by to separate us I let out a little growl at her (oops) and promptly lost my femur bone privileges. I hate my brother! I blame it entirely on him! At least mom put the femurs in the fridge for more feasting later. My bratty brother better not cause any issues with me then! Or else... or else I'll mark over all of his territory! Ha!

Watch out for those siblings,

Stanislaw