Bojoe is just your average dachshund around Washington, DC. Always in search of chicken, sofas, and leisure his exploits are journaled in this blog for the world to enjoy.
I imagine this is how rawhide used to be... back in the stone age. This thing Dave brought be today is gi-normous. I wish I knew what to do with it. Do I lick it? Do I run around with it hanging out the sides of my mouth? Maybe I'll hide it when they're not looking... but where?!?