The dog fits right in

So...Copper is just as weird as the boys. 

Last night, I walked in the bathroom and found her with her head in the basket of dirty laundry, crying as though her heart had been broken.

Turns out, earlier in the evening when I gave her a dental bone for a treat, she didn't eat it. She hid it. In the dirty laundry. And then realized her neck wasn't long enough for her to be able to fish it back out. 

Oy. I dug through the mountain of dirty tee shirts and shorts until I found the bone. She was so happy to have it back. But I still can't guarantee she ate it. She may have just moved it to a clever new spot. Like in the litter box or behind the toilet.