Two Dog Bones

    Two dog bones for two Boston Terriers. Gave one to Roscoe, the other to puppy Jack.    Stepped out to my office, took a sip of tea, realized I’d forgotten to sweeten it, went back into the kitchen—and found puppy Jack distressed, searching to & fro; he’d lost his bone. Hmm. Scanning the room for the lost bone, I glanced over at Roscoe, who was looking back at me. Oh oh. Sitting still on the sofa. Not engrossed in his bone, eyes riveted on me. As I approached him, with concern in his eyes, and still looking at me, he casually—too casually—lifted his paw and placed it on his bone. Suspect. And then lo—next to him on the sofa just a foot or so away lay the other bone. Roscoe had snatched Jack’s bone and parked it on the sofa beyond the puppy’s reach.