Kramer, just like any dog, loves a bone. He regularly gets chicken wings which he generally chomps into quickly and completely demolishes it. Good for his teeth. We also give him other bones, and one of his favourite is a knuckle.
Generally we leave him in his pen to eat the bone - but sometimes he does a runner and hides it in the garden. Then sometimes days later he finds it again, and drags the revolting dirty bone around. He tried to get it into my office one day, and I sent him packing and on another occasion he tried to get it upstairs into the house. He failed miserable, as he finds it difficult to carry the bone and climb the stairs at the same time.
So I found thebone on the steps. And put it in the bin.
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