Happy dog in the bone aisle

What a fantastic, hilarious experience we had today. We ran to our local western store to buy a few things. We had Moose with us and, because it was quite warm outside, we took him in.

After collecting what we needed, we spotted the dog section. We led Moose to it until we found the "bone aisle."  The aisle was cascaded with bones, pig ears, antlers, horns, hooves, canned food, bagged food, boxed food, and treats of every other kind. I can only imagine what Moose's nose was telling him, but I'm pretty sure he thought he went to dog heaven. 

"Get your bone" is a common term in our household. When we say it, Moose runs to find the nearest bone or toy. On this occasion though, we said "get your bone" and Moose didn't know what to do. There were hundreds of slimy, smelly, bloody choices.

In attempt to please, he stretched his nose into the shelves and a took deep whiff. Then he trotted further down the aisle, took another whiff and continued this pattern all the way down to aisle. Again, we told him to "get your bone." To our surprise, he didn't know what to do. He was so excited, so happy, so enthused, but his nose couldn't possibly make a decision. So we narrowed his options.

We picked a bone from the shelf and showed it to him. He stood on his back legs in excitement, as if to tell us that was the one.

To the cash register we went. Then home. Once again, Moose spent a lovely afternoon in the lawn, inhaling his treat from the store.