Last week when hubs was away on business I gave Brady one of his favorite chews so maybe he would forget about how sad he was that his papa had left. He took it into the bedroom and I never saw it again.
Hubs comes home and I tell him I’m pretty sure Brady hid it in the bedroom, but I can’t find it anywhere. Reminder: we live in a SMALL apartment. Things don’t easily get lost. Hubs set off to investigate and ends up finding the chew buried in the middle of a pile of clothes in the back of the closet that I’d set aside for Goodwill donation.
We’re not quite sure who Brady’s hiding these chews from. This is a one dog household after all. I don’t know if or how Brady ever got the impression that we would want to steal his precious chews (that we gave him). Little man is crazy.