something different

A while back, my wife and I bought a big rawhide bone. It was about two feet long and the knobs were six inches wide. Definitely too big for Milo to chew, and even hard for Zailey to get her teeth into. Hell, the bone was bigger than Milo. So it sat in the cupboard.

For the last week or so, we've been out of mini bones. In their place, we were giving the dogs chew sticks. They would gnaw through them in half the time it would take a bone.

The other day, my wife was getting a little impatient with the dogs and wanted them to be content for a while. She gave them the big bone. Milo tried to get the bone, but couldn't handle it. Zailey took it and began gnawing on one corner of a knob. Milo was jealous, but got some attention which made him tolerate not having a bone.

After an hour or so, we took Zailey away from her bone. Milo decided it was his turn to gnaw. He was able to drag the bone to where he wanted it. He then was able to chew where Zailey had started.

Now Zailey was jealous and would try to steal the bone back. Milo was having none of that. He would bare his teeth and growl at her. So Milo had the bone for quite a while.

The bone was something new for the dogs to try. They seemed to love it.

I decided to try something different at my coin show yesterday; I didn't put out my books. I wanted to keep my customers focused on the coins.

This worked until a coin club member came by my booth with a friend. He was shocked I didn't have my books displayed. Luckily, I still brought my books, so I could show the friend of the member. He didn't buy, but another coin dealer saw my books and was genuinely excited that I was an author. He asked after the books and bought copies of both of them. He even talked about telling other people about meeting me and about my books.

Sometimes, something different is great like in the case of the dog bone. Other times, fate won't let you do what you want, but instead gives what you need.