When she was a pup, we’d get Zoe one of those rawhide bones and she’d sit there for six hours and finish it, drink water like crazy and probably be sick afterward. So I started getting her tiny ones that might take ten minutes to demolish. Now she has three 6″, thick rawhides tied in a knot on both ends. She’s five years old and no longer eats them. She guards them from us then hides them in plain sight.
Right now I’m in the living room. One is behind me, behind my guitar. Another is between the sofa and end table, easily visible. The third is either down here between the fireplace and bookcase (nope) or upstairs I’ll guess under the bed on my side or in the guest room somewhere.
We thought it strange behavior (and saw a magnet today in a gift shop stating “Warning: Strange Dog” which is apt) but she may get it from me. For our day trip I wanted both the camera, to capture the beauty of our brief journey, and the binoculars to view wildlife. Before we left I put new batteries in the camera and looked in vain to charge the batteries that were in it. I knew exactly where the camera case was, on a shelf above the laptop cases. But I looked everywhere, more than once for the binocular case. Moments before we left I found it in a drawer, a “safe place” hiding nearly in plain sight.
Whenever I put something in a safe place, I tell Jim where it is then we both forget! So let’s allow Zoe to do her thing and hide her rawhides out in the open. If we touch one, even with a shoe to get it out of the way of the vacuum cleaner, she picks it up carefully and walks around with it in her mouth for 20 minutes or so before depositing it in a new location visible to humans. No, she’s not blind, to which the chipmunks and marmots and dogs can attest. Just clueless, like her “mom.” Cheers, Dee
p.s. Now the binocs case is next to the camera case, which is next to Zoe’s thick health file and others. Safe at last.
Cooking with Dee 