That's the name of my new favorite game that my daddy invented. He hides a yummy treat, like turkey or bologna, and I have to go sniff it out. And when I find it, I get to eat it.
Sounds pretty easy, you say? Well go try it and then tell me. My daddy makes it real hard. He makes me wait in the dining room with the door closed and he goes into the kitchen and hides the treat in some pretty obscure places, like behind a leg of the bench, or near my toy basket, or clear over by the shoes. But no matter how well it's hidden, I don't give up and keep sniffing until I find it. So far, I've never been beaten at the game.
One time I bent the rules a little bit. While he was doing the hiding, I went around the other way, through the foyer into the kitchen. He yelled at me good and disqualified me for the rest of the day. So I'm gonna play by the rules now.
1 comment:
i think that's really mean of your daddy to disqualify you for an entire day. you're just a little cockapoo; he should have been more understanding.
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