So, here's a funny dog story. Yesterday I went to the pet store and found a couple of cheap rawhide chews. I wondered which one my dogs would like better. So I bought one of each and brought them home. One - yay, big hit. Then I opened the other one. It's rawhide wrapped around peanut butter. So you have to chew through the rawhide to get at the yummy yummy treat.
And holy cow. That one was apparently THE BEST. They traded it back and forth all day, each one making a little more progress and eating a little more peanut butter. By today, they were down to just the rawhide. No more peanut butter. But apparently, it's still the greatest little piece of rawhide ever.
Tonight, Duke was sitting on my lap, happily licking and chewing on it. Duchess apparently saw this, went over to the door and scratched to go out. So I got up - and Duke had to get off my lap, of course. And he follows me everywhere, so he came along. When I went over to the door, Duchess turned around and went back to the couch. She picked up the piece of rawhide, and went to the fire to chew it.
Duke hadn't realized what was going on, and was patiently waiting by the door to go outside. (Duchess, so tricksy!) So I put his leash on him to take him out.
Duchess heard the door open. She watched Duke go out, and came over to me to get her leash on too. She still had hold of the precious rawhide.
She took it outside and buried it. Duke peed. Duchess dug up the rawhide and buried it again. (In the snow, we've got about a foot out there right now) Duke saw what she was doing. She dug it up, moved to another spot, and buried it again.
They both came back inside.
Five minutes later, Duchess needed to go back outside. (right, but I was curious to see where this was going to lead.)
So both Duke and Duchess went outside. They both went back to the first spot and dug. And dug. I couldn't help it. I said, "Duchess, it's over there." She looked at me, looked where I was pointing, went over and started digging. She found the treasure, and came back inside.
Duke followed. I turned my back at one point, and when I looked up - Duke had the precious rawhide. Duchess was looking lost and confused.
She went to the door and asked to go out. I put the leash on and let her. She went back to where she found the rawhide a few minutes ago and started digging. And digging. And digging.
Finally, I coaxed her inside. I found another toy they like a lot. Now that there's no more peanut butter, apparently the new bone was better. Now Duke is watching Duchess chew her bone while he nibbles at the rawhide.
Hee! Now he's barking at me, like I'm supposed to fix this situation. Funny dogs!
And holy cow. That one was apparently THE BEST. They traded it back and forth all day, each one making a little more progress and eating a little more peanut butter. By today, they were down to just the rawhide. No more peanut butter. But apparently, it's still the greatest little piece of rawhide ever.
Tonight, Duke was sitting on my lap, happily licking and chewing on it. Duchess apparently saw this, went over to the door and scratched to go out. So I got up - and Duke had to get off my lap, of course. And he follows me everywhere, so he came along. When I went over to the door, Duchess turned around and went back to the couch. She picked up the piece of rawhide, and went to the fire to chew it.
Duke hadn't realized what was going on, and was patiently waiting by the door to go outside. (Duchess, so tricksy!) So I put his leash on him to take him out.
Duchess heard the door open. She watched Duke go out, and came over to me to get her leash on too. She still had hold of the precious rawhide.
She took it outside and buried it. Duke peed. Duchess dug up the rawhide and buried it again. (In the snow, we've got about a foot out there right now) Duke saw what she was doing. She dug it up, moved to another spot, and buried it again.
They both came back inside.
Five minutes later, Duchess needed to go back outside. (right, but I was curious to see where this was going to lead.)
So both Duke and Duchess went outside. They both went back to the first spot and dug. And dug. I couldn't help it. I said, "Duchess, it's over there." She looked at me, looked where I was pointing, went over and started digging. She found the treasure, and came back inside.
Duke followed. I turned my back at one point, and when I looked up - Duke had the precious rawhide. Duchess was looking lost and confused.
She went to the door and asked to go out. I put the leash on and let her. She went back to where she found the rawhide a few minutes ago and started digging. And digging. And digging.
Finally, I coaxed her inside. I found another toy they like a lot. Now that there's no more peanut butter, apparently the new bone was better. Now Duke is watching Duchess chew her bone while he nibbles at the rawhide.
Hee! Now he's barking at me, like I'm supposed to fix this situation. Funny dogs!
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