The chewtoy

About two months ago, we bought Apollo a chewtoy. It took him about two weeks to even notice the darned thing. After that, it was “chew on it” this and “let’s bury it” that. For weeks at a time, we wouldn’t see it and couldn’t even tell where he had buried it, but he had the muddy paws to prove his precious indiscretion.

Earlier this week, we brought Doc’s dog Kashka over, who is, in many ways, Apollo’s little girlfriend. As their romping about in the back yard, Kashka digs up the chew toy, and they get in a little tiff about the darned thing. Something about “I buried that there for a reason, b!$#*” and “I just got accustomed to this way of life.” Things got brutal.

So, Kashka wins and chews on the toy for a good long while, and all Apollo does is sit in the corner looking dejected. I suppose that when we took Kashka back to her home, Apollo figured he would, once and for all, bury his bone where no one would ever look for it. He was on a mission, and he succeeded. Upon returning home, we couldn’t find the toy anywhere.

That is, until I went to bed, and found that Apollo buried it under my pillow.