Little Dog, Big Bone

Ned buys Nina a big bone every Shabbat. While we drink wine, and relax on a Friday night, Nina spends her time on the front porch gnawing on a meaty bone. Ned bought this bone here for about 30 cents. She always uses her left paw to hold the bone down where she gnaws at it. She'll spend a couple hours outside working on the bone, and if it's still there the next morning (we've had bone disappearances. we suspect the old sweeper ladies who might use the bone for stew) Nina will work on it until she crushes it with her teeth and gnaws out the marrow.

Once we forgot about a bone in the fridge for week, and when we took it out it was a greenish hue and really stinky. We gave it to Nina anyway, and she devoured it. We made sure to clean off her face and paws before she came back inside to prevent the bed from smelling like stinky, rotting meat, too.

My students all tell me that Nina is really fat. I suspect they have built in fat-vision behind their little spectacles. If anything, human or animal weighs a kilo more than what they need to survive, they are judged as fat.

Nina may be fat to my students, but to me, she's just perfect!