The Bone Marrow Metaphor

My Happy Corgi Turned into a Monster

It was Christmas Eve. I had just gotten home from grocery shopping. Since it was the holidays, I had bought for the corgi, Arthur, 5 years old, his favorite treat: bones with marrow. He was a terrific dog: happy, playful, obedient and curious.

Normally, I stop at Noah’s Ark for his marrow, a pet-food place that has grass fed bone…