Ray has been creaky lately. He's the blind dog who I let live in Sashaville. The humans say he has arthritis. He creaks getting up, and is slow on the stairs. When we would go for walks, he'd lag behind Isis and I.
He's been getting a supplement for it, which is great, because we all get liverwurst. It's the only thing he'll take the supplement in (way to go, Ray)
Well, lately the supplement hasn't seemed to work as well. So the humans heard about Super Dog treats. They are a sponsor of Karen Ramstead and her dogs on the Iditarod.
So the stupid humans tried them. Now, Ray's an idiot. He runs around, bangs into me all the time, gets in the way. He now keeps up with us on walks, and gets all tangled up in our leashes. He even tried to MOUNT me the other day. Apparently eating Super dog treats also gives one a death wish. I let him go with a good snarl, but he won't get away with that for long, even if he is almost 11, and blind, and creaky.
I'm keeping an eye out for the next box of Superdog treats, and I'm gonna shred them.
Sasha, the only Superdog around here