CLUNY'S CORNER Cluny@ClarionIsh.Com

SCOOBY SNACKS NOW AVALIABLE

Earlier this summer my master brought home a new treat. My doggie heart leaped with joy when he opened the grocery bag and pulled out a box of Scooby Snacks. At last I have a doggie snack just like the ones my hero Scooby-Doo eats on his very own TV show.

My master and I have really tried to find good doggie snacks before. We tried sausage-snitches, Bozo bonezes, and even Bubba Breaths (for doggies with bad breath), but they all felt like rubber and tasted like seven-day old, dried out flip-flops. Scooby Snacks have real ground wheat, sorghum, meat by-products, animal plasma, Pyridoxine Hydrocloride, Thiamine Mononitrate, Folic acid, and Vitamin D3 supplements. I know I’m getting good nutrition. If I just so happen to miss an important vitamin or two, my master gives me doggie vitamins he gets off the shelf at the Lumber City Mall-mart. I know they are good for me, they have a picture of Lassie on the bottle.

The Scooby Snacks are shaped and flavored like Scooby-Doo’s and my favorite foods. There is the pizza-flavored snack, the cheese-flavored snack, the beef-flavored snack, and my favorite, the chicken flavored snack. The package says they are flavored with real animal by-products. I’m still trying to figure out what pizza by-product was used in the pizza snack.

Another important feature of the Scooby Snacks is the big adventure “Where Are You” game on the back of the box. My first adventure game was The Mystery of the Missing Zoinks Bone. To play this mystery game, my master puts several of the tasty morsels on the floor leading to some scary mystery place in the house, usually the dreaded “closet of death” in the back bed room. The real mystery is to pick out the Zoinks Bone from the rest of the Scooby Snacks before you get hit in the head by a falling tennis racket, baseball bat, sneakers, or some other worthless but stored away object.

The really nice thing about the Scooby Snacks other than the taste, nutritional value, and the mystery game, is that they are portable. My master takes them on all our adventures. We often pile into our very own “mystery machine” and head for the woods or some other mysterious place. Our mystery machine is my master’s old truck. The mystery to me is how the thing still runs. Whether we go camping, hunting, fishing or chasing ghosts at a Civil War battleground, my master can take along my Scooby Snacks and feed me my favorite treat. My master even smuggled a box into the theatre when we went to see Scooby-Doo, the Movie because he knew they didn’t have them at the lobby snack bar. I got my Scooby Snacks—he got Goobers and a diet coke!

When my master puts on his Scooby-Doo boxer shorts, gives me a Scooby Snack, and sits around helping me watch my hero do his thing, I really feel like I’m part of the adventure. You see, my master looks a lot like Shaggy!

Email me:Cluny@ClarionIsh.com