Chewin Bones

The dogs always seem to have a random bone and no one knows where they come from. It was probably one of the many we gave them which they recently found.

That reminds me of a time when Hobo had a bone and then he would all of a sudden take off. My brother and I decided to follow him secretly. Hobo buried it. We waited until he left and then unburied it. We ran around aimlessly until we found Hobo and gave him the bone again. He did the same thing except that he buried it somewhere else. We repeated this pattern for most of the day until we decided to let Hobo rest. It ended up somewhere in one of the fields. I'm sure it's been plowed, seeded and harvested by now!