At that point, I usually go inside, turn off the lights, and wait for him to realize that he is choosing between spending the night outside (not that I’d ever do that to the neighborhood), and bringing in his bone. And then this happens.
He can’t even bark with that thing in his mouth, but he won’t put it down. Except that after half an hour (ten minutes) or so, he finally does, then comes in to bed, and then does the same thing again the next night.
Sorry this didn’t publish yesterday. I had a bit to learn about Windows Live Video Fixer or whatever the hell it’s called.
Jessie Powell is the Jester Queen. She likes to tell you about her dog, her kids, her fiction, and her blog, but not necessarily in that order.