She worked hard to keep him small, rationing his food and lots of exercise. Even so he weighed in at 14 pounds and insisted that he was starving. However, when she moved to an apartment that did not allow dogs, she was forced to find a new home for Tanto. My husband was raised on a farm where animals live in the barn and people live in the house, so we were not on the preferred list, but somehow we still ended up with Tanto.
Tanto immediately found his way into the house, and into my husband’s heart and even into our bed, much to my daughter’s relief. My husband and our two youngest children, and all right, even me, all enjoy giving Tanto treats–he’s so cute when he begs. Tanto, under our care, soon ballooned to 24 pounds! Hence the nickname Chubs.
So now, he’s on a diet. Which is a long lead in to this short story:
The other day, the weatherman predicted a snowstorm. I filled a tub with firewood–probably a dozen or so logs so we wouldn’t have to go out and get firewood during the blizzard. Tanto starts whining and barking and circling the logs. This goes on for some time and his bark and whine are getting more urgent. Since I had loaded the logs one at a time, I was pretty sure that I had not brought in some creature, so I ignored him… for awhile.
He got my attention again when he started biting the logs and tearing off strips! Surely he wasn’t so hungry he would eat logs? I decided that maybe I had brought in a mouse after all. The tub was too heavy to carry, so I put on my gloves and started pulling the logs out, one by one, all the while praying that Tanto had it in him to catch a mouse. I got down to the very last log and picked it up. Tanto leaps into the tub and quickly bites
wait for it
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Yes, a Milkbone. Not a real bone, not a rawhide, not a mouse. All that craziness because he smelled a Milkbone Biscuit under the firewood!
What a nose my little hunter has.on Thursday, February 28, 2013