If You Give a Giant Puppy a Ham Hock…she will first look at the frozen chunk of love and stare. And walk around it a few times, sniffing then backing away. Eventually, she will lick it and hopefully not get her tongue stuck on the outside icy thick layer of fat. Once the licking has commenced to a point where a wee bit of the fat is thawing, she will start to carry the hock around the house. Plop. Lick. Lather, rinse, repeat.  An hour or so later, nature calls and instead of leaving the hock indoors she will take it outside with her carrying it in her mouth while finding the perfect spot to go potty. And then to go potty again. She will sit outdoor in the snow and continue to lick until her parents are bored and cold and come indoors. Once she is at licking capacity she will (apparently) try to find a place to dig a hole and leave the hock outdoors. The dirty muddy nose and paws and lack of the hock when coming back inside gave her secret away. About 30 minutes later, she will go back outdoors, restless, and bring the hock back inside and try to bury it in the couch cushions. Once her parents turn on the lights and see the disgusting muddy remains of a hock that looks like it could have been a zombie prop from the Walking Dead set and removes it from the furniture she decides to bring her new best friend back outdoors… and then indoors once again where she will finish eating every last drop of meat and fat and eventually, finally, just have a bone.

Hours of entertainment. One spoiled Giant Puppy.