Coco has taken to burying his bones in various locations throughout the house. One minor problem is that we have no dirt in our home. Therefore, he's game to try anything: my side fat, under Kit or me as we sit, behind clothes, etc. Last night he even seemed convinced he had buried one well because he stuck it halfway into a chair cushion, and I covered it the rest of the way with my jacket (yes, I was sitting on the chair as he buried).
This morning we had our usual cuddle on the bed after I got dressed with one minor change: he brought his bone. Before we cuddled, he buried his bone in mine and Kit's pillows. Since he can't have his bone while we're away from home anyway, I left it there.
When I got home, I promptly tested to see if he remembered where he buried said object. This is the outcome.
NOTE: I am pregnant and feel like I might lose whatever the contents are of one's stomach first thing in the morning if I try to make the bed. Therefore, our bed is not made. Do not judge me. Most of you probably don't even make your bed on a consistent basis. I, on the other hand, have made our bed (with occasional help from Kit) nearly every morning since we got married. So I think I can take a break while the whole nausea thing is going on. (Kit can't help because I don't get out of bed - also due to nausea - until after he leaves. So don't judge him either.)