I brought a beef shank bone home from the feed store last week for Chance. He hadn’t had a new one for a while and it was time. I had to wait to give it to him till the weekend though, when the bigger dogs would be away camping. He’d lose it in five minutes flat with them around. So I snuck it into the house and tucked it away behind a pile of mending on my sewing table.

That evening I was relaxing in my chair with my tablet when a sharp bark demanded my attention. Chance was sitting at my feet, staring intently at me. “What do you want?” I asked him. His head snapped right, nose pointing at my office, then back to me. That’s how he points, with his nose.

Geez, I thought, he has already sniffed out that bone! It’s still wrapped in plastic too! I told him no, not till the weekend, and went back to reading.

Over the next couple of days, he kept trying to get that bone. He had never laid eyes on it, but he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it was there. He tried to climb up and get it, but he was too short.


He tried to tunnel up to it from below, but the table was too thick.


Finally, finally, it was the weekend and he was the only dog around. “Do you want your new bone?” I asked him excitedly. His look left no room for doubt. Of course he wanted that bone, he had been waiting for DAYS!