My neighbour, Calais, gave me a rawhide bone for Christmas. As with all rawhide, as soon as the human handed it to me, I put it in my mouth, went to the back door and cried, because I desperately needed to bury the rawhide as soon as possible. Understanding my urgent need, she let me out. I secured the bone under a big pile of snow, and further disguised the spot by piling more snow on top of it with my snout.

Imagine my dismay when I went into the yard last night and discovered my treasure laying out in the open, robbed of its snowy hiding place. I immediately went to work to fix the situation. After approximately ten minutes of focused effort, the bone is once again hidden beneath a large pile of mud and dirt.

I am pleased.