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Can anyone guess who this is? There will be (hopefully) a more finished picture tomorrow, along with a hint.
In dog-related news, Maggie is the most determined sort of dumb. We give the girls cow shins to gnaw on. They are tubes of bone about 2 inches long by two inches in diameter and we like them because they last much longer than the rawhide toys. Somehow, Maggie managed to get her bottom jaw wedged inside the cow shin. She went to Zig and it took him a moment or two of her drooling on him to realize she was wedged and needed assistance. (She looked confounded and hilarious all at once. Poor dog.) Only he couldn't get her out. So he sent her to me, because he was convinced that I could get her out without hurting her. (A certain amount of brute force was necessary, but being smaller than Friediness, it was apparently less likely that I would injure the dog.) Maggie stood patiently in front of me, letting me fiddle with her face until I managed to extract her from her toy. Then she followed me into the kitchen and wrung her little doggie hands while I smashed her bone in half with a heavy set of pliers so that she wouldn't get her face stuck again. She did not seem to be upset by the fact that her toy was in two pieces when I gave it back. Her main concern was that I wasn't going to give it back.
There are days when I'm really amazed by how oddly human Maggie is. Had Mama gotten her face stuck, she'd have been frantically pawing her face, but probably wouldn't have sought assistance from her "Mom and Dad". Silly Maggie.
In dog-related news, Maggie is the most determined sort of dumb. We give the girls cow shins to gnaw on. They are tubes of bone about 2 inches long by two inches in diameter and we like them because they last much longer than the rawhide toys. Somehow, Maggie managed to get her bottom jaw wedged inside the cow shin. She went to Zig and it took him a moment or two of her drooling on him to realize she was wedged and needed assistance. (She looked confounded and hilarious all at once. Poor dog.) Only he couldn't get her out. So he sent her to me, because he was convinced that I could get her out without hurting her. (A certain amount of brute force was necessary, but being smaller than Friediness, it was apparently less likely that I would injure the dog.) Maggie stood patiently in front of me, letting me fiddle with her face until I managed to extract her from her toy. Then she followed me into the kitchen and wrung her little doggie hands while I smashed her bone in half with a heavy set of pliers so that she wouldn't get her face stuck again. She did not seem to be upset by the fact that her toy was in two pieces when I gave it back. Her main concern was that I wasn't going to give it back.
There are days when I'm really amazed by how oddly human Maggie is. Had Mama gotten her face stuck, she'd have been frantically pawing her face, but probably wouldn't have sought assistance from her "Mom and Dad". Silly Maggie.
