I’m sorry for those of you who aren’t dog lovers. I was never NOT a dog lover but since my son got his Westie a year ago, i have fallen in love with this little guy and he’s so much fun to write about. It’s amazing the instincts that dogs and for that case, animals have. Read on…..
I was “puppy sitting” the other day while my son was at work. I was cleaning up the kitchen with Westley at my feet and i asked him if he wanted a bone. When we bbq ribs, we keep the bones for him in a ziplock bag and they’re a nice treat for him. He responded that he did (we have our own language, you could say) so I gave him one. He sat at my feet and enjoyed that little rib bone to the very end. So, i asked him if he wanted another one. He said, “yes”, again so back i went into the fridge to grab another one. This time he took it and walked out of the room with it. I didn’t pay much attention to where he went and he was back in a matter of minutes.
I went downstairs to start the vacuum and as i moved the blanket off of the floor, there sat his last rib bone. Apparently, he had buried it under the “dirt”. I told him he had to move it and he grabbed it and off he went… to eat it or so i thought.
Awhile later i asked him if he wanted another bone… this time i wanted to see what he’d do with it. He grabbed it, left the kitchen and headed downstairs, again. This time i watched as he pushed it with his nose behind the stereo speaker. He then took his paw and “buried it” with the speaker wire. Where was my camera? I could have gotten it in cash!
Later that day, i heard this “bang! bang!” I looked to see what it was and there was Westley, “uncovering” his bone that he had “buried” behind the speaker.
A dog and his instincts! quite amazing!