Lucy watched curiously from where she was sitting with Mom on one of the lounge chairs as JoLee carried the half-chewed rawhide to the middle of the back yard.
Jo looked to the left, then to the right, and then settled on what he thought looked like the perfect place. With the rawhide still in his mouth, he began carefully digging. He dug a shallow, perfectly proportioned hole, then very precisely placed the rawhide in the exact center of the hole. He looked around again, surreptitiously, for anyone who might be watching, and Lucy ducked her head and looked over at the bird bath just in time. She looked back over, out of the corner of her eye, as JoLee used his nose to push the dirt back into the hole, and had to suppress a giggle at the sight of his speckled nose covered half-way up with rich, black dirt. He tamped the soil down, looked around one more time, sneezed, and then shook himself and trotted towards the patio. Lucy jumped off the lounge chair, ran up to Jo and said, “Whatcha doing?”
Jo growled. “Nunya.”
“Nunya?” Her narrow brow wrinkled. “What’s that?”
“Nunya business!”
Just then, Elbie ran by – with a dirty rawhide in his mouth.
Apparently JoLee hadn’t been as sneaky as he thought!
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