Who moved my bone?

Dad worked on removing a tree from the back yard this past week. Granddad came over to help, and boy did they make a mess. Since the weather was so nice, Mom gave me plenty of knucklebones to chew while I watched them work. I usually bury them under the mulch in the far corner of the back yard, but since there was a big new hole already dug, I hid my bone there instead. Saved me some work. Yes it did.

Well, wouldn't you know today Dad covered that dang hole, but he didn't tell me that he found the bone and threw it in the trash. Yes, the trash. A perfectly good bone. Gawd. So this evening I went out looking for it, and well, you know what happened to it. I sure didn't.

Mom didn't notice the mud and grass caked on my paws right away, but boy when she did, I was in the bathtub in no time at all. I didn't fight it. Why bother?

They owe me another bone. A big one.

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