The Harmelings

I get out a rawhide for them each – and they take them and run in different directions:

Leni hops up and horks it out of my hand. Then she runs to the pool table and horks is down. I use the word hork because that is the sound she made as she inhaled it, and as the way horking goes, if you hork something down, you certainly will hork it up (and she did, and then she horked it down again)

Otis daintily takes his from my hand but then sprints out to the back yard and digs a quick hole to bury it. He returns quickly ith a mud crusted nose.

And, to my dismay, they both returned at the same time, no more rawhide. EW.