As I pour hot water into my tea mug, Fleegle drops his rawhide chew flip into his water bowl.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He stares at the rawhide soaking in the water. “Letting it steep for 3 to 5 minutes.”
“Like my tea.”
“Oh, but much better than your tea. That’s like comparing thin broth to chowder.”
A little while later I’m in the den with my mug of tea on the table next to my chair, when Fleegle walks in and drops his gooey half chewed rawhide into my mug.
He looks at me and wags his tail. “Here, give it a try. You’ll love it.”
I look at him nonplussed.
“Ah, poor Raud, you must be on a diet,” he says and scoops his rawhide out of my mug with his tongue. “Mmm, I taste honey.”