I think it's Wrigley's way of reminding me that while I'm gone all day she's stuck in a crate. She's communicating with me - "Hi mom, don't forget me"!
Or maybe it's just what dogs do.
Regardless, it made me smile. And wonder how long I've been walking around with a dog bone in my purse. This is just additional evidence that I could use a smaller bag.
Wrigley must get it from her Aunt Brandi when it comes to hiding bones. Don't be surprized to find them in clothes baskets, chair cushions, under newspapers, corners of rooms. It is an endearing moment when you find them. I feel a little guilty because I think she'll remember she buried a treat there and then go back to find it's gone.
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