Black Dog in the Rain

In and out.  In and out.  In and out.

Not a porn film but the way my black poodle, Mocha, spends a rainy afternoon.  With a rawhide chewbone. Into the house and then out.  In and out.

You might think she should get a life, but this IS her life.

It's all about keeping this precious item

...away from this Annoying Other Dog, Duncan, who is two years old.

Mocha, who is 12, takes the bone outside and stalks around with it, placing her feet in slow, dramatic steps, a don't-f**k-with-me look on her face.  If Duncan is watching her,  she barks him away, even with the bone clenched in her jaws, the noise percussive like a bark but coming from the back of her throat like a growl.  More like a growl-bark.

Then she finds a place to bury her treasure.

Later, she asks to come inside with it, all the while flaunting the treasure at Duncan.

Inside, she takes it to a denning place and shakes it and gnaws on it forcefully.  It leaves dirt on the rug.    

Can you believe this disgusting piece of distorted hide started out looking like this?

Now she wants to take it outside again.