A dog and his things

Dec 08, 2011 19:23

Scene: This cold, winter evening.
Me: Kai! Let's go for a walk!
(No dog.)
Me: Kai?
Trotting in with large, dirty disgusting rawhide in mouth, Kai: Oh man, I just dug this up and was going to eat it. Can I take it with me? What am I gonna do? Should it go with my toys?
(insert several minutes of dog checking out his toy pile, his rug, the spot he lies by the couch, while dropping bits of dirt from mouth)
Kai: Fine. I'll just go back outside and bury it again. In the flowerbed. Whoops! Looks like you planted bulbs. But hey, this won't take a secon... There done. Let's go!

(Time passes, cold walk happens, stupid store didn't have what I needed)

Back home, Kai (circling yard): Where did I put it?  Where did I put it? (running up to me) Do you have it? Did I leave it inside?
Me: (pointing to dirt scattered across the path and dirt pile in the middle of the daylillies) There. Your disgusting rawhide is there.
Kai: Doh! That's right! Thanks! (dig, scatter, dig) Oh man this is tasty! (as he happily lies down to eat the rotting rawhide.)


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