Jerk…ey

Among the letters in my mailbox were two sample packs of beef jerky.  Great… I love beef jerky.  If a new company is giving out free samples these ought to be good.

The first bite was a bit tough.  The second bite had big knotty gobs of hard dried fat.  I could barely chew off a piece.

“That was pretty horrible,” I said.  “Maybe it was just that one.  I’ll try the other.”

The second was equally as bad as the first.

“You know,” I said to a friend, “if you’re going to give out free samples, give out your best product, not this junk,” I rhetorically exclaimed.

Rummaging through the trash bucket, I sought to identify the company to fire off a letter of disgust.

Retrieving the torn plastic wrapper from the trash, was when I first noticed the company logo with a happy tongue-wagging dog holding up his front paws as if begging for a treat.

Under this logo were the words…

“BEEF JERKY’

for dogs