Have you ever seen this commercial?
If you haven’t, take a moment to watch as it’s quick and quite fun. Plus, “Trouble” by Ray LaMontagne is a great song.
Rigby has turned into this dog. Over the last few months the natural instincts have kicked in, and she is now a giant worry wart about her bones (both real and pet store varieties).
As I write this, she is pacing around the room with a bone in her mouth; a nervous wreck.
She will wander around the house looking for places to bury it. Once she finds a place, she returns over and over while finally picking it back up and pacing all over again.
It all started a couple of months ago. I was paying the bills and the torn envelopes/paid bills were sitting in a pile on the bed. Rigby set her bone down next to the pile and then used her nose to push the pile of trash over it. She spent a few minutes moving her eyes from me, back to the the “hidden” bone, and back to me. Then she pushed the pile off to the side, picked up the bone, and paced around the room again.
In addition to the burial ground that is my backyard, bones have been hidden in the laundry basket, inside my shoes, behind the toilet, under the bedside rug, in the trash can, and most endearingly, under my pillow. At this point, I think she would take them back and forth to the bank if I would let her.