That was the first time I ever shredded anything.....
It sure was fun!
Anyway, my momma says I have "issues".
She tells me I'm "Krazy with a capital K"!
If you look closely, you will see a bone in the newspaper above. And, yes, I do have issues with my bones.
I can't help it.
Sometimes I go with Daddy to the office where we live.
The nice lady there always gives me a Milkbone.
Even though I know she is nice, I don't like to take the bone from her but as soon as I take it from Daddy,
I run straight to the door. I run all the way home with it in my mouth and hide it for later.
Then, whenever the mood strikes me, I will pick it up.....
...and start whining loudly while pacing....
trying to find the perfect place to bury my bone.
*This can last up to 15 minutes!
On this particular day, I opted for the leather chair.
Still holding my bone, I feverishly dig
trying to make sure my bone is safe.
Then, once the "hole" is big enough,
I begin the process of placing my bone.
*She isn't lying, it is a process....takes longer than the digging.
Gotta get it all the way in there.
I shove it down as far as I can with my nose.
Next, I have to make sure it is covered so no one will find it.
*This always makes me laugh
I do a quick double check to make sure it is still there.
Nope, I don't think this spot is gonna work.
Gotta find a new spot for this bone.
Hmmm....this spot looks good.
*No digging here, just lots of pushing with her snout
Yep, that is the perfect spot!
More Bone Saga to come in the near future.
*Commentary provided by Mom
*Photos are posted in sequential order