This is said bone:
|Rita's well-loved Nylabone
I looked everywhere for it. Or... almost everywhere. I looked in the obvious doggy-ish places - under the bed, under the sofa, under the car seats. (We take the bone along with us when we go visit our 86-year-old friend, so that Rita has something to do there once the biscuits are handed out and gone.)
I figured it was lost for good. Thought maybe she took it out back and it fell down our steeply sloped backyard, never to be seen again.
Then Friday night, we were getting ready to go to a Local Author Exhibit* at the San Diego Public Library downtown - and I found the bone. In my purse!
I don't carry a huge black-hole-of-a-purse that things disappear into. It's a relatively small purse. Here it is next to the bone for reference.
|You'd think I would have noticed it, no?
Rita was just happy we found it.
* Kinda fun to see my book in a case at the library! There were so many local authors there! It was a very big exhibit.
|Not a great pic cuz of the glare, but there's my book! Under glass in the library!
Have you ever found something of your dog's in a strange place? Or do you carry anything specific to being a dog-mom around in your purse?