Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Dog Bone. While dogs in the lower 48 daintily chew on steak bones left over from fancy restaurants, our dogs gnaw on what they can find. This is Ann's dog, Tucky (he came from Kentucky), and his prize, a moose leg. Ann is my friend who found her wedding ring in her truck after it was missing for 10 years. She had another dog of the same breed that died this fall. He had saved her from an attack by a brown bear while across Cook Inlet at her fish camp. Bears consider us their snacks.
More yummy moose to snack on. The teeth are like popcorn.