On my way home from work this evening I stopped and bought Roxy a new bone. A good size bone. She has been running from room to room looking for a place to bury it for over an hour now. She tried the corner of our dinning room first, even leaving it there for a few minutes and walking away like she had done her job. Then she tried behind our living room chair and when that didn’t work she took it to the end of our hallway and decided to munch on it for a while. Now she is back to the dinning room pretending to dig a hole. It cracks me up when she does this. There is no stopping her like she is on a mission