
Night of the Ham Bone
by Cassandra It’s an average work night someday in April 2017 and we’re having ham steaks for dinner. I give two very excited, wiggle-butt puppers the leftover circular bone with yummy marrow on the inside. The dogs had had them before and loved them until they were ground down to nothing. Each dog brings theirs up to the bedroom and settles into their beds to noisily chew on them. I wake up sometime in the night and I can hear a dog on Jeremy’s side of the bed still munching