Wendell has always displayed his terrier roots with barking and general bossiness but there is one thing that turns him into a snarling beast: his bone. If I ask him "is that nice?" he gives a deep, guttural growl, baring his fangs and holding his bone with both paws. No other treat, not even chicken, provokes this reaction. He takes his treats with great decorum and even begs for them. Only the dreaded bone turns my boy crazy. Do I hear you say "don’t give him a bone then"? Well, how can I deny him such obvious pleasure?