Just look at Tootsie's nose. Yep, she's been burying stuff around the farm and ranch again. She's obsessed. As soon as Papa Scott butchers an animal, she goes into action. She starts out early, before daylight and begins the meager sly sneakin' around the place. OH yea, I see her. She's not nearly as sneaky as she thinks she is. I can smell the treat on her breath when she comes through the dog door, she's been over at gramma's already.
Today, I watched her. She was waiting for anything that might find itself on the ground and she pounces on it and begins the trek of burying it all around the place. She saunters and looks behind her, above her for ravens to give her location away, and then she buries the pieces all over gramma's 10 acres or in the woods by the shop.
OK, now this is when my age and wisdom kicks in. I wait till daylight, I'm a late sleeper. I take the walk to gramma's and get my treat and then I sneak down through her basement dog door and sit on my favorite chair and watch it all. Yep, Tootsie's clueless. I watch her banter and walk to and fro, back and forth, frantic while she buries and reburies her "finds".
I just can't believe it, I've got the best seat in the house. I can find any of Tootsie's treats and scraps anytime I want. I have a great memory I do have to say, even at my age.
Well, hope November is finding you warm and cozy. Hope your buried treasures are safer than Tootsie's. Toodles.
