This is my first post and as I write it, Ruben is out in the garden having his dinner, which today means gnawing on a raw beef bone. I'm a great believer in feeding bones, just so long as you always feed them raw.
Beef bones are Ruben's favourite and our garden often resembles one of those scenes from the Wild West with cow bones strewn all over the place. He sometimes buries them but most of the time I sneak out and throw away the old ones. If I forget, a flock of magpies line up to pick them clean and then I have to spend the day singing the old Magpie theme tune to myself to see if I'm going to get silver or gold..........
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