And I bought some dog treats and an extra water bowl for upstairs. And because I keep seeing rawhide bones everywhere, I decided that was a good thing, too. Little did I know that it was going to cause a bunch of drama for the next three hours. She proceeded to carry it around and up and down and back and forth and whine and wag her tail while trying to decide what to do with it. She tried to bury it on Dan’s sofa and in her pillow up here and in Tom’s bed and finally decided the best place to bury it was under Dan’s behind on the basement sofa.
Dan thinks she’s giving him a gift. I think she just knows he’s never getting up off that sofa . . .