Mama’s annoyed because she found my bully stick in the couch. I don’t know why she should be annoyed. After all, it’s my bully stick and she found my super secret hiding place.
Daddy bought me a Bully Stick for Mothers Day? Evidently, this was to make up for the fact that the only thing left over from the MD Lunch was spaghetti and meat sauce and for some unknown reason I’m not allowed to have a taste of that. It smells heavenly, by the way!
Any-who, I got a brand new bully stick.
IT IS SO EXCELLENT!
I chewed on it a while, but then I decided to hide it.
First, I walked all around the house looking for a good place to stash it. My brothers went running ahead of me and closed a bunch of doors. I have no idea why. Their room is full of nooks and crannies and a perfect place to hide stuff. I wonder if Michael is still made about that Lego model of his I chewed up. Hmmmm.
I tried to hide it in the laundry basket with the clean clothes. Gregory pulled it right out and gave it back to me. Then the basket ended up on a top of the washing machine.
I tried to hide it in Mama’s new shoes. Obviously, that didn’t work.
I tried to hide in a corner of the living room, but I couldn’t seem to dig up the hard wood floor.
Finally, the perfect spot — Right between Mama and Daddy on the couch! I “dug” into the couch bottom and nosed my prize into the back of the couch. Then I pushed the pillow back over the top of it.
Mama came right back to the couch after bringing Daddy a bag of popcorn and sat right on it. I
I suppose I should have expected that.
Now I have to find a new place to hide it.
I don’t know why Mama is pointing to my crate. My crate?
Later Fur Friends!