The perfect place

How can one little thing cause such great joy and at the same time extreme worry? That is the question I ask myself as I wander about this house looking for the perfect place: The perfect place for my perfect chewy. You see I have no time to work on it right now so I must find a place for it. The PERFECT place. I see those pointy eared devils following me around with way too much curiosity. Their eyes are scheming something. I even see the tall two-legged ones following me with their eyes smirking. And even though they are the ones who bestowed this most precious chewy upon me, well I just don't trust them. Its way too delicious!

So where is the perfect place? Perhaps it’s under my bed. Yes that seems like a nice spot! DIG-DIG-DIG... Oh wait, those pointy-eared devils like to lounge on my bed all the time. I think they do it in an attempt to assert their power over me. To tell me that they're not afraid of me. And I'm too much of a gentleman to take the bed from them. Yes gentleman, that's it. I'm not afraid of them at all. No, not at all. Well I can't hide it there. They'd find it for sure.

Sigh... I'm off to find another place. How about this shopping bag? Its been sitting in the bedroom for awhile, collecting dust. Let me just plop it in there and....wait, it would be just my luck that they decide to throw it out. And I'd never get it back then. That can in the closet would be the lucky winner of my precious chewy. If you ask me that can is the luckiest one in the household being bestowed with yummy "trash" on a daily basis. If only I could open the door to his room. I know he'd share it with me. Ah well, best get back to business on finding the perfect place!


What about the closet? Yes! And even better it’s open. I'll just crawl in here way in the back and hide it under all these shoes my mom never wears. I'll have to move a few out of the way...DIG, DIG, DIG..... Ah, yes that's perfect. It will never be found. I'll just quietly back out of this closet and go about my business. No one will ever expect a....Oh DRAT, mom has been watching me the entire time! And she's laughing at me. Her face is turning all red and I think she's crying. Maybe she's mad I messed with all her shoes. Well I best go get my chewy.

As I come out of the closet my mom has this very concerned look on her face. She takes my chewy and says, "Come on Scout, I have the perfect place for it." She walks over to the big white box and she places it on top. Oh boy why didn't I think of that. The great white box will surely protect my most wonderful chewy. And those pointy eared devils won't be able to do a thing about it. Then my mom lets out a long sigh, laughs and then asks me, "Now are you ready to go the dog park?"
My response: "Oh boy am I! Maybe I can find my most precious stick!"