The snow has melted and I’ve been taking bone inventory in the backyard. I’ve got to say, Sammie feeds me well and keeps me in good supply of bones. I love chewing on them. I can work out a lot of my frustrations chewing on a bone. That is what is wrong with the human race – they need to chew on bones. Well, that might be a little weird. Maybe some beef jerky. Anyway, bone chewing is definitely a stress reliever for me. Not that I have any stress in my life, but when you live with someone, eventually something they do is going to piss you off.
I found five bones that I haven’t seen since before Christmas. I examined them and decided that they should be put to rest. I dug a big hole in the woods and buried them with some leaves scattered on top. Of course, I made sure Sammie didn’t see me doing this. I want her to think I couldn’t find any and then she’ll go out and get me some new ones. There is always a method to my madness. And they say humans are smarter than canines. HA!
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