Watching my dog angst over where he's going to hide the breath-freshener chewbone I just gave him. For some reason this one specific kind of treat is apparently sacrosanct and the cause of much anxiety. He stands there with it whining, hiding it and re-hiding it over & over until he's satisfied it's in a safe place, which usually ends up being the couch cushions.

At which point I may or may not pretend to un-bury it to start the whole thing over :P >3

Poor Wally, lol.