Funny story. Bought this bone months ago for about $20--it's supposed to have all sorts of magical powers, cleans the dog's teeth, strengthens them and so on and lasts forever.I had debated whether to buy it for that kind of money, but every chew toy I had bought Chewy lasted only five minutes. Sometimes less. I figured it was an investment. ....Right when I pulled it out of the bag Chewy was gnawing and gnawing and gnawing on it without breaking it into microscopic bits. Victory, the money was worth it. Then Caleb threw it and the dog outside about 2 hours after it was purchased. But I was not made aware of this until I asked the kids, "Where's Chewy's new bone?" I got blank stares, then finally Caleb fessed up. In vain, I looked for the silly thing, even called neighbors to see if Chewy had buried it under the fence. I was sick that I had just spent twenty dollars on a bone and now it was gone! I cried to my mother about it while she laughed. When the snow melted, I scanned the yard. I took Chewy's head in my heads and in between his licks, I said, "Show me where that bone is!" I willed him to find it. That would work right? He would put his nose to the ground and snort around, then run up to me and start to lick my face. After twenty times of this, I realized he had no idea. Couldn't remember where the dumb thing was.
Today Caleb came into the office with his hands behind his back, smiling. "What are you hiding, love?" I asked. His smile grew bigger. "What is it?" I smiled back. He whisked out the beloved bone. "Daddy found it in the window well!" "Ah! That's where Chewy buried it?" I had looked in all the window wells, but I didn't think he would bury it in one. Maybe drop it in one, but not jump down in one and bury the bone. Chewy is now in dog heaven and gnawing to his heart's content. But all the family knows, "Don't throw that bone outside!"
