You know I am a very good boy. I am the nicest boy Lady knows. Last week on our walk, I found a very special treat. It looked and smelt a lot like the chicken's feet they Lady gives us. If you look closely at the picture below you can see it. (Not the best picture but Lady just had the phone).
I picked up this delicious treat on our way down the road. Lady told me to drop it and I did. I remembered exactly where it was, and when we came back up our road (see, it was just down from our house so I had to pass it again), I picked it up again. Lady again told me to drop it. I did. I was sad. Lady said she was very happy to not have to take that from my mouth. She told the Man I was a very good boy. I was glad about that.
It is gone now. Maybe some day I will find and get to east such a delicious treat.
Lady has no idea why Hailey, who sniffed it and eats everything, didn't try and eat it. She said she was happy with that because she would have had to take it out of Hailey's mouth. She wouldn't have dropped it like I did. She isn't as good as I am.