Don't call me Ginger

Dave the Dog, now over 10 years old can only be given bones as a special treat.  This morning he was offered one from a Tomahawk Steak and he appeared reasonably happy about it.  We were at the house for 35 minutes and didn't get a peep from the normally boisterous, loud barking beast all the time we were there.  He didn't even try to escape the house when we left through the front door.  Cheers Dave, nice talking.