What a stereotype

I didn’t realize that dogs actually bury bones in the backyard. I thought it was a stereotype kind of thing, like barking at the moon or being named Rover.

But Leo does it. I’ve let him dig next to the house because he does it in a contained area, near the fenced patch of earth designated as his bathroom. I don’t care as long as he’s not digging any place I’ve actually landscaped. Months ago, I noticed that he buried balls and planting pots in the hole there. (I also let him run around with plastic planting pots in his mouth. I had the fantasy that I would teach him to stack the pots, but that hasn’t come to fruition just yet. I take them away from him once he really starts to chew them apart, and I stick my hand down his throat to remove any bits of plastic he attempts to swallow.)

Another amusing discovery is that he likes to hide bones under pillows. I first noticed this on the guest bed. He was so looking forward to my mom’s next visit that he thought he’d leave her a little treat under the pillow. Since then, he’s left them on and under the pillows in our room, as well as beneath some throw pillows beside the fireplace.

Earlier today, I discovered a rawhide bone at the bottom of a toy box. I gave it to him and he ran from room to room with it in his mouth, crying – literally, crying – because the doors to the bedrooms were closed and he didn’t know where to hide it.

“Dude, you can just eat it,” I told him.

He worked on it for a while, gnawing off the knots on each end, before trying again to find a place to hide it. He pulled a couch cushion to the floor, creating a fort, and worked on the rawhide for a few more minutes, hidden from my view. Then he went to the back door, so I let him outside, where he dug a hole and buried it. Now he’s back inside, wet and muddy, with no rawhide to chew on and expecting me to entertain him.

Published by Kari Neumeyer

Writer, editor, dog mom, ovarian cancer survivor

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