My sister saved a big soup bone for William yesterday, and he wouldn’t let it out of his mouth. Every night shortly after dark, he goes out; when he comes in, he gets his very yummy supplement. He had a really hard time leaving the bone behind when he went out, and grabbed it again as he walked through the door.
When he came in, there was no supplement waiting for him! I thought I'd wait until he was done enjoying the bone. Then he had a dilemma! He walked around holding the bone and crying, wanting both at once.
Life is hard when you’re a dog!