Vestiges of Dog

Our dog, Izzy, the stogie-smokin'-man-faced Pug, is hanging on to "dog" status by a thread. As she walks around the house desperately searching for the very best place to bury her partially digested chewy thing (I suppose it used to be bone shaped), her behavior may reflect her wolf ancestry of old. However, it is not long before she finds a place, an open violin case, deposits her treasure and with a swipe of the paw places it perfectly, then sits back, tilts her head, and seems to wonder why the case won't close over said booty when her "bred for human companionship" gene pool reveals itself.

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