The lovely bones

yesterday we had our first bones - big juicy bones from the local butcher. Well what a disaster!
We didn't really know what to do with them at first ... smelling licking and turning. But then I (Tara, the chatty one) figured it out and I got stuck in - delicious and yummy. Tilly (like a good Beagle) went off to bury hers, which she duly did in one of Dad's plantpots! All well and good, but then she decides she will now have mine. She thinks that 'cos I'm the youngest I'm a soft touch - NOT!!
A few times she crept closer, but a growl got rid of her. The humans sent her off to get hers, which she eventually brought into the house covered in mud. Dad washed it and gave it to her but she still wanted mine again!!
Anyway, to cut a long story short she tried just a little too hard to nick mine so I had a go at her and all hell broke loose.We had to be separated by Dad and he sent Tilly out for ages.
The upshot of all this is no more bones for either of us. The humans say we're worse than kids (whatever that means).