So, my younger sister called from California and while we were talking, Zoe took out her rawhide she’s had for about a week (taken from Trish’s stash, thanks Trish) and walked around with it for five minutes.
Sneaky Zoe
When she was a pup she’d spend six hours devouring one of these. But as an “adult” she now plays tricks to keep me from taking it from her and placing it back in the laundry room.
So here we are on the phone and she’s walking around with this in her mouth from place to place in our loft.
All of a sudden I hear a thud on the wood floors. OK she only has 1,028 sf of space to hide this thing. There it is, behind the fan, 12 feet from my desk!
Well, Jim and I find it hilarious when we find it behind a rocking chair, under the dining room table, and in other quite obvious places.
Quite proud of herself now, she’s settled down to nap. But I’d better take her out as it appears a storm is coming in.
Cooking with Dee 
Sake-ban, Trish’s dog, gets all kinds of gifts and doesn’t need or like much. So we get the benefits of Sake’s second-hand stuff. Sorry not to thank you personally, dear pup. Sake was found on the street and found a wonderful home with Trish.
Interesting that during the first 6 months I lived here there was this dog whose “Mom” was in Europe on business. Somehow I ended up on the Sake-walk rotation with sign-up sheet et al and so I knew Sake for months before I ever met Trish!
She’s an independent girl, like her Mom, but a great house guest and we miss them as they moved a mile away.
She’s now hiding it on the bed and on the sofa. Go figure. Trish and I had a nice lunch yesterday and I forgot to mention this. Thanks, Trish! And Sake.