The Reason Why Dogs Bury Their Bones

I say that anything that falls to the floor, or within easy reach on a table, chair or desk is fair game for me to chew or eat if I happen to be given the chance. Well, this thin card appeared out of nowhere and so I picked it up with my mouth and carried it to my private chewing spot on the other side of the dining room table. I chew there because it buys me a few more seconds since Mommy and Daddy can't get to me that easily. I liked this new prize. It was thin, crispy and parts of it were bumpy. It was a treat for my senses. I laid there chewing when I heard the dreaded call come from somewhere upstairs, "Oscar! Where are you? Come here!" So, without thinking I ran upstairs with the card in my mouth. I got yelled at and the credit card was taken away. Not my lucky day. I thought I found something special. I almost punched enough holes in it so that I could eat it. Next time, I'll have to bury my new treasures.