Tucker got a big raw hide bone for Christmas from Grandma. I made him eat it on one specific dog pillow in the living room.

When he thought I wasn't looking, he would try and sneak off with it.

His mission for the evening was to get that bone into a private area where he could be alone with it. We watched
The Dark Knight, and by the end of the movie only half of the bone remained. I am still not entirely sure if he actually ate the entire half, or if he was able to find a spot in the house to hide it for later. Only Tucker knows the truth, and he's not talking.
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