Anyway, to make up for it, I bought the dogs a bag of Elk Bones. These are a treat to entertain them for an evening or more and everyone has their favourite "chewing spot".
Murphy, it makes sense, hides in her crate. Sophie can't fit her big head into Murph's tiny crate to steal the bone.
Sophie is in the hallway between my room and the office. A nice place to chew a bone too.
Spike marches to the beat of his own drummer. He chose the bathtub. Yup, I have photos to prove it.
What a boy! He's nothing if not an enigma of neurotic energy!