Thoughts of a Border Collie While Pondering a Bone

Thoughts of a Border Collie While Pondering a Bone Mine, mine, mine, I think as I drip drool on the floor. Bloody meat clings tenaciously to the hard bone. White fat, like veins of gold, marbles the red treat. My owner is thawing this delicious delicacy on the counter. I watch and wait with longing as I think of the animal odor. Sharp canines will soon tear and rend all from the cow’s femur. My probing tongue will pull the tangy, succulent marrow from its hiding place. When all has been eaten, it will become my favorite chew toy as I will gnaw, gnaw, gnaw until not one atom remains. Then I will lay back in the cool shade and realize I am a lucky dog.