The Fourth of July is always a time of Family, Friends and Fun. This year was no exception. We prepared a feast, my brother manned the grill and the dogs got a special treat of soup bones. Fortunately, Quizz has never had a problem with fireworks. So, we had a nice, lovely, calm, Independence day.
I get the bones from the local farmers market, so they are full of all the yummy goodness that a dog could love. Now, Quizz LOOOOOVES his bones. Really, he does. And he has a small problem with the concept of sharing.
I bake the bones so that they good stuff is still good and they don’t ruin the floors and carpet.
Well. Unbeknownest to me, while we were eating, Quizz hijacked Maddie’s bone. It wasn’t until Sunday morning that I realized what had happened.
Sunday morning, I hear a distress bellow from the living room from my mother. A well justified bellow, but a bellow none the less. My beloved pooch had buried Maddie’s bone in the corner of the living room couch.
Then covered it up with the decorative pillows, just to make sure that no one would find it. This bone was still chock full of all its greasy, meaty glory.
No, my mother was NOT a happy camper. Quizz was upset that his hiding place had been discovered. I’ll be renting an upholstery cleaner to clean the couch.