There was a vendor at the Plowshare's Craftsfair selling doggie gifts. He called his shop The Barkery and was across from me and hard to ignore, as I love dogs and Christmas in Maine was coming up. I looked at a large elk horn, shed from an elk on a reservation, and listened as the man told me how elk horns do not split and endanger the dog. I purchased it, thinking of Booker and how he does not have access to all the gnarly bones my dogs do. I have a soft spot for Booker, and am so happy he recovered so well from the horrific accident on a San Jose highway a couple of years back. Well, Booker took one look at that horn in the doggie bag and claimed it as his own. Poor Dizzy and Perdita. I have a lot of making up to do with the two little doggies.