Back in March Abby hid a rawhide bone somewhere in the house. I was out this afternoon, and when I came back and let her in she went haring off toward the back of the house. Back she came into the family room with a rawhide bone (hopefully the same one she hid two months ago). She promptly leapt up onto the couch and prepared to settle down with it.

Mean ol’ Linkmeister snaffled it away from her and put it outside, and she’s now carrying it around looking for a suitable hidey-hole where no other evil dog can find it. It reminds me of this: