Hi friends, it’s Jaz.
I nabbed my mom’s blog today (though the cat is typing this for me) to share this pretty cool new case of toys I started getting recently – Barkbox.
Now, I don’t trust much of what the evil delivery strangers leave on our doorstep (they’re always taunting me with their door knocks and mischief), but those sneaky buggers must be trying to get on my good side (fat chance), because their latest drop-off was just for me.
I could smell it was different the second my mom carried it through the door.
Was it a trick?
Both of my human parents got super excited and started doing the question thing (“Is it a present for Jazzy?” and “Who wants to open their box?”).
Seriously? Silly humans.
But they proved helpful by promptly getting the box open. (I could have chewed through it, but it just takes so much longer.)
They got it started for me, which was all I needed.
OH, the smells!
Of course my mom took some little flimsy paper thing (not appetizing looking at all) and started reading some gibberish off there, while I followed my nose.
Why is the good stuff always at the bottom?
The box was LOADED with crazy things!
The BarkWorthies smelled especially pungent and interesting. I heard my mom moaning about it being “gross,” but I thought they gave off quite a delightful little aroma.
Since they were packed in some slippery bag though, I perused for more edibles… and found some very nice tasting snacks just for me.
While not quite as aromatic, the peanut butter smell was promising.Ā Still, no one offered to open them up, so I moved on to some chew toys.
This oddly shaped little ball with fins is still a bit of a mystery to me, but my mom was very happy about it being a long lasting chew toy. Ha! Silly toy makers. No chew toy can last my jaws.
What can I say? I’m a dog with a lot of free time.
Then I heard it… a SQUEAK! The sound of an annoying-squishy-toy that was just begging to be dissected, ripped apart and destroyed. No squeaker walks away from this lady!
Even the cat (she won’t type what I like to call her) came out to watch the show at this point…
Sadly, dad took away the squeaker this time. (Clearly he sensed its life was in danger.) It was okay though, because there was still that… something, at the very bottom of the box that had been taunting me since it arrived.
Bingo! Duck and sweet potato! A chew bar I could totally sink my teeth into (plastic packaging and all)!
One paw on my chew bar, I checked the box to make sure there wasn’t anything else left in there, but found only some little scratchings that my mom was pointing out (apparently she found them funny).
Always putting manners first, I stopped to thank my mom and dad for helping me explore this box of goodies.
Then I let them go on their way and hunkered down for some quality chew time with my little haul.
I offered the lamb lungs to the cat, but she turned her tail up at them and sauntered off.
Her loss.
Full and happily exhausted, I pondered why the evil deliveryman dropped off such a wonderful gift for me…
Then I realized how tired I was, my eyes getting heavy, my body barely able to move, so very tired from playing with my new toys.
And then I realized the truth.
Those clever little twits.
Cute post! We don’t get Barkbox every month, but several times a year. Our pups definitely love it!
That is probably wise. Thinking about switching it up to quarterly, as we’re swimming in dog treats after just a couple months! Ha!
OMG! How awesome is this that he knew the box was his and investigated the contents. May this continue to be a treat he can look forward to on a regular basis.
This is the cutest post ever. I am such a dog lover. Jaz is a pretty girl. š
Thank you so much! She’s a little cutey and knows it. I’ll definitely pass on your compliments!
My dog would not be interested in anything non-food like but he would happily devour the treats. He would not discriminate lamb vs beef vs chicken vs kangaroo!!! Thanks for sharing via #TBB #LinkLove š