There’s a special tree near the beginning of my trails. Well, actually there are two special trees.
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One is the peanut tree.
That’s where those pesky squirrels keep all their peanuts until they get hungry for them. I’m just waiting to catch one of those pesky squirrels under there.
But that’s not the tree I’m talking about. The other special tree is the bone tree. I found it when my person wanted to go back by it to take pictures of some flowers. What a treat! There are bones everywhere under there.
But my person wouldn’t let me take any of them home with me.
And now she won’t even let me go back near that tree.
But something’s been happening lately. Some of those bones have been finding their way out near my trail.
I don’t know what dog in his right mind would put a bone there and just leave it. But that’s what happened.
But now I have a real dilemma.
My person won’t let me take the bones I find.
Maybe I can nonchalantly (did I say that word?) walk by that bone and quietly snatch it up as I keep walking along.
That didn’t work either. She made me drop it.
Come on, person. Let me have that bone!
I guess I’m one of those dogs I was talking about who’s not in his right mind.
No! No! Let me have the bone!


























































