I’ve heard that many dogs have to leave their bones outside. Although I usually have to take mine outside to chew them, I’m not allowed to leave them in the garden! I have to hand the bone over when I come back indoors. It’s put away in a special, sealed box in the utility room. Then I get it back later, or maybe the next day, to have another chew on it.
The bipeds say that bones left outside on the grass, or better yet buried, get all horrible and manky. They obviously know nothing at all about bones and how to mature them to a rich flavour, but on the other paw it is nice to know that my bone is somewhere really safe when it isn’t between my teeth.
Recently I was given a juicy bone to take out into the garden. I was very excited about it as it’s been a little while since I had one. I get chews like the one in the photograph all the time, but they’re not quite as tasty as a real bone.
I settled down on the lawn for a relaxing session of gnawing my bone. It wasn’t long before one of the bipeds came out with a really tasty treat and asked for the bone. I gave her the bone – I knew I’d get the treat and then she’d give me the bone back. She thinks I still need reminding not to get possessive about bones. And I’m not going to complain when it means extra treats!
I was aware that, every now and then, one of the bipeds popped out to check on me, but I spent a pleasant hour or so concentrating on my bone. When it was almost time to be called for my tea I hid the bone. I’d found a place where no one would ever find it. I settled back down on the grass.
The female biped appeared a few minutes later and said, “Time for your tea, Clowie. Give the bone to me.”
Then she asked, “Have you hidden it? We’re playing that game, are we?”
She always finds bones when I’ve hidden them, but I was confident I’d found a really good place this time. She walked across to my special corner of the garden where I’m allowed to dig. She had a quick look at the ground in that area and then looked back at me.
She said, “Oh, I’m not even warm. You’re confident!”
It’s as though she can read my mind! She always watches me closely when we play this game, when she should be sniffing around. She started walking around the edge of the garden. She looked under a couple of bushes, but she was still watching me carefully. I stayed where I was.
Then she started walking around the side of the house towards the gate to the front garden. She was getting too close! I leapt to my feet and ran past her. The male biped had left the trailer in the garden because he’d been moving some garden stuff and I’d put the bone underneath it. It had seemed like an excellent place to conceal the bone, but now that the female biped was approaching that part of the garden I knew she’d find it. I reached under the trailer and pulled it out.
She laughed and said, “Hand that over, Clowie!”
I gave it to her and she gave me a treat and stroked me. We walked back into the house together. She put the bone away and gave me my tea. I’m still not sure how she always finds the bone when she has no sense of smell. Do you think she’s a mind reader?
See you next Wednesday!