The Shell Game

Duncan and I tried a new game the other day. He won. 

I put a treat under one of his hollow bones to see if he could find it. Ha! This picture was taken while he was waiting out a "Leave It" command^†. But you can probably tell that he knows exactly where the treat is, and exactly how he's going to get it the second I say "OK" (unless, of course, the force of his stare pulls it out of the bone before then). He knocked the bone over and ate the treat faster than I could snap a photo.

So then we tried two bones. Only one had a treat under it.

He knocked both bones over so fast I couldn't tell whether he knew where the treat was or not, but he certainly knew how to find out! 

He seemed to enjoy the game, but he'd like to play by his rules next time. Forget the bones,  just hand him the treats.

^{† - Speaking of "leave it", he's getting really good at it – most of the time. He didn't steal a single hors d'oeuvre off the coffee table at Easter (for which I was very grateful!) But he did come this –><– close to snarfing a clove of garlic I dropped earlier today. Maybe I should have let him steal it; it might have cured him of stealing for life!}