Milkbone Challenge 2012

Dog hates milkbones.

So naturally, I generously offer them to her as treats because it's funny to see her attempts at squirreling them away in "hiding spots" to get rid of them.

"Ground Zero"

A bit too obvious, Dog. Try harder.

Hoping they blend in with the cardboard?

Dog:  "Milkbones and cardboard taste exactly the same. I hate you, so much."

 In the kitchen...

The best effort seen thus far...

 By the bath tub...

 Really, Dog? Right there?

 Running out of hiding spots...

Caught in the act...

Just plain lazy and obvious, Dog.

Ah, your doggy bed that you recently pissed on. 

GREAT place, Dog.

The space between ottoman and sofa... 

The figurative "black hole" of all of her toys...

Not a milkbone, but a rawhide...

Dog:  "What, bitches? I'm tired of your milkbone crap. Give me some bacon."

This one has thus been recently relocated to the center of the rug...

Obviously, some spots are better than others. 

But I think Dog has given up. 

Dog has brought several out from "hiding" and is laying in silent protest, surrounding herself with the worthless milkbones.

Dog:  "I hate you bitches... So... Fucking... Much..."