The other day I bought Little Dude a couple of Busy Bones. Ever since, he has been carrying the bones around the apartment between chews to hide them. First, it was at my desk. Then 20 minutes later he’d change his mind and try to bury it into the top of the ottoman. A while later, he’d move it next to the couch or down the hall. And then move it again to the dining room. I think he really misses having a yard.
It was cute and funny for the first couple of days, but since I’ve been home sick I just wish he would chill out. Oh look, it’s under the coffee table now.
Tell me some weird pet stories while I wait for some spicy food to clear my sinuses.