I still buy the huge boxes of bones, out of habit. I had the big Swissys since 1989 when Pepsi came into our lives, and big dogs all my life with the Irish Setters and Labs. While the Bassets are not "little" dogs, they are definitely short dogs. DiNozzo sets out at 55 lbs now. And if he were not a pogo stick bouncing off the walls and needing miles of walks daily, he would be heavier. He is a big boned tall boy, but painfully thin even now after a year of living with me. I should have that problem.
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to orient straight up.
I put the huge box of bones into 4 airtight containers and their bone-shaped cookie jar. They get a lunch bone, a 3 o'clock bone and a night bone before bed. I have no idea how the 3 o'clock bone came about, but the lunch bone was to keep Dutch from throwing up that yellow bile midday. It was effective. Then came the 3 am upchuck, and thus the night bone. But 3 o'clock? No idea at all. They were just lucky and talked me into it, I guess.
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Bassets don't care about time. They just care about getting the bones. So anyone who goes into the kitchen at any time of the day has the potential of giving them a bone. Three o'clock will often pass me by when I am sewing on some project, and they don't care. Next time I get up will be good enough. As long as they get a bone, they are jiggy with it.