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| Murry feeling safe and sound. No worries! |
Today I will be sharing another fun story about our adorable Murry.
Grammy gave Murry a huge juicy butcher block bone for Christmas. Murry thought that bone was the best thing he had ever seen. Remember he is a rescue dog and was not treated well by his previous owners. We've noticed in the three years we have had him that he hides his things and is sure to drink water wherever and whenever he finds it. We assume this is because at some point he was not given much and did not have regular water.
Well this bone warmed Murry's heart. He wagged his little tail and picked it up to take it outside. What seemed like the perfect gift turned out to be pure anxiety for Murry and thus for us. First Murry hid the bone in the closet to save for later. He made sure no one was looking as he dragged that huge bone to stuff under things in my closet. (Well we pretended not to notice :) ) Then of course, that spot must not have been secure enough because he took it from there and hid it in the boys bed. Under their pillow. (Nothing like a little slobber for sweet dreams.) That was no good either. So he tried to put it under his doggy bed in the living room. Every time he would check on his bone he would decide it was not safe.
Then one day we came home from being out, and there was blood on the clean clothes pile on the couch, blood in my bed, and blood on his doggy bed. Now before you think we walked in to a crime scene, let me relieve your fears. No one had broken in and hurt Murry to steal his precious bone. Instead it was that he had been spending the entire morning burying and reburying his bone with his nose. He would use his nose to pile up the "pretend dirt" onto his bone. He had changed spots so many times that his poor nose was bleeding. So we cleaned up the mess and doctored his nose. We were so worried about Murry's behavior we even brought it up to the vet. He was somewhat baffled by the story. Many were recommending getting rid of the bone. I just couldn't do it. That would be exactly what he was so afraid of. I wanted to assure him it was safe.
I noticed when he would take it outside that he would try to bury it in the ground and use his paws instead of his nose. Ah hah, I thought. I'll make him keep it in the backyard. Besides, once he buried it out there it was muddy and nasty. Well that takes care of it. He will bury it in the yard, and he will feel it is safe once and for all. No injury to his nose. All is well.... Nope. Then he began wanting to go and investigate it in the night. I am not even kidding. He would wake up in the night to go outside and take account of his bone to be sure no one had bothered it. He reminded me of an old grandpa that hides his cash in different spots around the house so no one will come and steal it. Up every night and barking at the door. I would let him out. Then, in he would try to come with his bone to re-hide it. "No, Murry it needs to stay outside."
I think he has finely forgotten about the bone because we have not seen it in a while. The moral here for us is--- Knick Knack Patty Whack Don't Give Our Dog a Bone This Old Dog Will Roam and Roam. Thank you to the "B" family for giving Murry bacon flavored small snacks for Valentine's Day. He wags his little tail and....gobbles them right up!
