I Gotta Bone To Pick

So I was given a rawhide bone for Christmas.  It was scary at first, but then I got used to it and grew to love it unconditionally.

Until I ate the entire thing.

The good news? Zeus got one, too.  A smaller one...because he's a little Bean.  He was never scared of his, but he was never particularly keen on it, either.  Thus, I had 2 bones!

And here is where the picking comes in.

Just because I might have given one little growl (or 5) or whipped my head away from mom aggressively (not my brightest moment), I got it taken away!  I haven't seen it for at least a day!

How is that fair?

I mean, what rude gift-givers mom and dad are. 

And I know I'm short, but do they really think that I don't see the bone high up on the mantel?  Well, I see it.  And I want it.

I feel like they want me to learn something from this.  I tried to sit and figure it out, but I decided to nap instead.  I'll think about it later.

All I know now is: this is ridiculous!