Who Stole My Bone?

For some reason each time I have a rawhide bone I don't get to keep it for long. Mom puts it away after watching me play and chew for a while. Yesterday, dad found where mom was keeping it and let me have it. It wasn't long before Weasel and Daisy stole it from me. They had already eaten theirs - why take mine?

So mom gets home and says something to dad about how it is my bone. She takes it from Weasel, who now has eaten it to the last nub and gives it back to me. Daisy then comes by when mom walks away, steals it and hides it and mom finds it in the foyer bench cushions and gives it back to me.

Minutes later, mom tells me she wants me to go out - and of course, my bone is gone. Oh where, oh where has my little bone nub gone? Oh where can it be?

To be continued...