See, we gave each dog a piece of real bone to chew on once a while. Amy loves the bones, and Jake? I'm not so sure. Sometimes Jake took the bone with hesitation, held it in his mouth, and looked at us, as if he didn't know what to do with it. We closed the door behind us, and could hear both of them gnawing at the bones.
When we heard Jake barking at the garage shortly after receiving the bones, we told each other: "Oh, Jake lost his bone." We always went to his rescue. We would go to the garage to find Amy with both bones, if any left, and we would take one and give it back to Jake, encouraging him to guard it well.
Today we washed the dogs' blankets and swept out the dogs' living area. Jack threw away over 20 pieces of old dog bones in and around Amy's bed! She had been hoarding them and sleeping on them.
Poor Amy, I wonder what she is thinking right now.
Hopefully she can sleep tonight, as tomorrow is a new day, and a fresh piece of bone awaits!
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