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!
These bones aren't just for their entertainment. No, they're for their teething issues. The dreaded chewing dogs! If you leave them alone in the porch without a bone you'll end up losing a pair of shoes! So as you can see these are so important! Haha.
