Just being a dog
So Friday evening I cooked chicken breasts. Saturday morning I woke up to find debris all over the floor and a dumped-over trash can...but no bones. Hmmm....I wonder what happened to the bones?
Later Saturday I was up in my sewing room and my little furbaby Schnauzer Lily was of course with me. I keep my scraps on the floor in bins the size of milk crates. Anyway, I look over and happen to see Lily's rear end sticking out of one of the bins! I remove her from the bin and investigate to see what she's doing, and I find a chicken breast bone! She buried it in the scrap bin! Fortunately, my scraps are kept in plastic ziploc bags according to color so they didn't get gross, and there's no lingering smell, but I really thought it was funny and wanted to share with people who probably can relate.
Happy Stitching!