Hey, It’s Jet Here.
Gotta hand it to JJ, she’s quite the archeologist. Over the last two days, she sniffed and then excavated two hooves buried deep inside the crevice of Mom’s treadmill. When she finally dug the first hoof out, I tried not to remove it for further inspection. At some point, I felt the unquenchable need to give her my investigative opinion. Mom allowed me to take the hoof on our evening walk with Mary Ann and Dixie. Excuse me, Jet? Yes Mom? I would like to add one sentence if I may. Sure Mom, go ahead. Thanks, Jetty. Jet and JJ rotated custody of the hoof on the walk until at some point, I quietly realized they left it somewhere along the route. Back to you my boy.
Yesterday afternoon, JJ completed another treadmill hoof excavation. When I removed it from her mouth, Mom made a mental note to give JJ another after our walk. For some reason (see above) Mom removed the hoof from my mouth before we left the house. Due to a loud noise from our neighbor’s car door slamming, my personal walk aborted quickly. Mom and JJ returned me to the safety of the kitchen and resumed their evening constitutional.
Mom did a bit of excavating in the laundry room to determine where the few remaining hooves in a bag were. Hidden deep in our cat litter pail architecture (to prevent the K9s from visiting the litter box) she selected a hoof for JJ and returned my earlier specimen to me. For 1 ¾ hours, JJ and I happily licked, chipped, cracked, and chewed on our hooves. We switched hooves politely a few times to compare quality. Mom appreciated the uninterrupted time on the computer.
Oh, I realized that some of you may not know the whole hoof story. You see, in an effort to be wholistic, companies collect, clean and sanitize cow hooves. We, K9s chew on them as toys and dental treats. While a bit stinky, for those of us who enjoy a good chew, hooves are a natural choice. At first, Mom got grossed out a bit, now; she handles the concept in a tip to tail, using the whole animal, respectful kind of way.
Another great chewy day.