Please Refrain From Inviting Jack To A Sausagefest

Yes! I know what that means!

But I also know that my Puppy Jack should not be invited to a soiree where sausages are being slapped onto plates all willy-nilly. The thing about tiny dogs is that they have tiny mouths. So tiny, in fact, that even those Deliverance hillbillies would have said, "You shore got a tiny mouth!" Not a good thing for Deliverance hillbillies, I would imagine. And not a good thing for Puppy Jack.

Last week, I grabbed a leftover bratwurst from Frig II to give to my sweet, sweet Juno as I went out to feed Puppy Jack his supper. Juno is a grown-tail adult dog, and doesn't need her meals spread out twice a day. But we've always given her a treat when it's time for Jack's supper, so she doesn't harbor resentment.

"What the not-heaven?" I thought. "Might as well give Jacky boy a little taste." So I cut the end off the sausage. Just the tip. (heh, heh)

I gave Juno her lion's share of that bratwurst. Put it in her food pan, as I was getting the scoop for Jack's dry puppy food. I tossed the tip of the sausage (Aha! A new boutique store! Like Top o' the Muffin to You. I could have a boutique sausage store for puppy treats called Just the Tip. What could possibly go wrong there?)

Juno had already swallowed the entire sausage by the time I got Jack's half cup of kibble in the measuring cup. And there was Jacky boy, choking on the tip. He could not get his jaws open wide enough. Had to try and molar the side of that tip. To make it swallowable.

Same thing happened when I tried to treat Jack to the very end of a corn dog. He can't wrap his mouth around such enormous wieners. To him, anyway.

Please refrain from inviting Jack to a sausagefest.