Wouldn't it be nice to spend the day outside, lying the soft green grass, chewing on what's left of a knuckle bone? Someone will call you in for lunch then send you back outside again, then call you in for supper, then take you in the truck for an ice cream cone.
The bone will wait. The bone will be there. Until it's been gnawed into bits that get lost in the lawn.
Little does she know there is a brand new, never-been-buried one in the laundry room waiting for the current one to exhaust its life as a bone.
Sometimes, knowing what's out there -- a bone! a bone! -- and being able to anticipate is the best part of life but other times, it's the surprises -- a new bone! a new bone! -- is what makes life utterly amazing.
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